Crown and Glory

A poem by Renae...

The lover’s quarrels,
the tangled ends,
the way you curl up when I condition you right…
it all reminds me that
I loved you then,
and I love you now.

If I try to diffuse the situation,
or comb over my mistakes,
you always redirect me.
But as much as you stray and break free,
(and try to leave me with dead ends)
I curl up with you
and protect you from all hurt, harm, and damage.

Others gawk and marvel at this loving relationship
But only I know the shocking truth!
Your cuteness: deceiving.
Your intelligence: intimidating.

Through all the heated arguments,
the nightly romps on satin sheets,
and the warm pressure under the shower’s head
you are, and forever will be, my crown and glory.