A Love Poem

I might write a love poem of sorts to either or both of my cats —

except that so often, in so many ways, I've already done that.

I might write one about chocolate, surely my grandest passion.

But rhapsodising on food? Scoffing it's more my fashion.

The love of books and reading — that might make more sense.

But the poem would be far too long and the number of books immense.

What of my passion for poetry? Appropriate subject for verse.

Poetry's the love of my life! That says it all, but how terse.

So I'll just have to come back to you yet again, my lovely man

and keeping writing love poems to you as long as ever I can!

This, then, is a love poem to Andrew, although he's no longer alive.

I know that wherever he is, he's wishing for me to thrive.

Let's call his new home by an old name, let's say he's in Heaven Above,

a feisty, funny angel who can read this expression of love.

I miss you, you silly bugger! Why did you go and get dead?

I wish you were here beside me, in the marriage bed.

Many will tell me you are, but it's hard to cuddle a ghost.

At my time of life it's not sex but cuddles I miss the most.

For cuddles I have the cats, for sensual pleasure chocolate.

With the reading and writing, of course, I escape or sublimate.

So I'm doing just fine without you and I almost never cry.

You don't have to worry about me.... Love you till I die.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 23: a love poem and/or an anti-love poem. (This is intended as both — 'anti' in that it's not romantic.)

Submitted for dVerse Open Link Night #93