love is real.

I first saw her at school
she winked
I roared
she sauntered on over
and the scent of my socks made her vomit

we capered through fields
sun-drenched hair
love-locked eyes
smiles outshone the stars
and the reek of my socks made her vomit

her beauty freed all
how she went
how she breathed
heaven sang her praises
as the musk of my socks made her vomit

I asked her to marry
knee down
ring given
and before she said "yes"
the stench of my socks made her vomit

She gave me a child
she huffed
and she puffed
she pushed out our offspring
then the pungence of my socks made her vomit

Moved into the dorm
arms waved
"please behave"
off to college he went
and the whiff of my socks made her vomit

Grandchildren arrived
tikes reared
stories shared
we watched them grow up
and the stink of my socks made her vomit

now on her deathbed
hands squeezed
eyes milky
and right before she died
the smell of my socks made her vomit