He Said to Her…

And the fish monger said
to the fish wife,
“Darlin’, you smell like fresh trout on a summer’s day.”

And the farmer said
to the farmer’s wife,
“Dear, your sun-kissed skin is all I think about while tilling the earth.”

And the baker said
to his dumpling of a wife,
“You, my sweet, taste of hot sourdough slathered in creamy butter.”

Oh, the truth of a heart’s desire is this…
Love sees no size, no blemish, no fault,
but only those things that all lovers know without ever knowing.

And he said to me,
“My love, you are my completion,
for look here at how your hand fits with perfection into mine.”