Warning: Mushy stuff ahead.
I’m far from being considered a romantic by the wife. Apparently taking out the trash is a romantic deed, which she reminds me to do on a weekly basis. But you see, when you live with an angel, sometimes words can’t describe the joy and the love I feel (that’s an excuse to not write, she said). And sometimes words can and do describe how I feel (not at the moment, though). Anyway, I digress. I’ve been a little busy with work, so I’ve not been able to produce a love song, interpretative contemporary dance or any outstanding literary “Piece of Work!”. Hence today on Valentine’s Day, I shall re-sound, re-tell and re-publish a poem I wrote for Dear Wife for our 7th Anniversary last December.
Here’s how it goes:
An Otorhinolaryngological Love Poem
My ossicles shiver at the sound of your name
My cochlea swirls at the sound of your voice
I get symptomatic labyrynthitis when I see your beauty
And my world becomes vertiginous when you enter it
When my optic nerve see your beauty, my facial nerve gets excited
Temporal and zygomatic open my eyes wide
The buccal and mandibular pull a smile
And I start to salivate
There’s nothing more pleasant
Than the fragrance of your presence on my olfactory fossa
Than the tympanic reverberations of your voice
Than the tactile impulses of your lips on my cheeks
The laryngologists have never heard a kinder voice than yours
The otologists have never met a better listening ear than yours
And the facial plastic surgeons have got nothing to add
To your perfectly symmetrical facial beauty
Your vocal cords calm me, comfort me, and strengthen me
Your tympanum have forgiven me much for my bitter tongue
There are no sinuses too deep, earwax too thick, or neck nodes too big
To keep me from loving you and thanking God for you
I love you, Mrs Otorhinolarydoc.
Happy Valentine’s