By jwb71913
Date: 2007 Oct 24
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Utopia

I raise a glass to bashing loves
To taking off the gentle gloves
But I’m relieved from love torn strife
With no small thanks to lovely wife

O’ sure we argue, fuss and fight
But rarely spend the lonely night
Upon the couch so cold and empty
For us the warmth of bed aplenty

I find I seldom write of pain
And pray I don’t return again
To single life with its travails
I’d rather sit and tend the sails

My cup runneth over