Poetic paean to papa's princess

Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife....,

 

whose piercing deliverance,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife

despite being dirt poor,
(especially after dirty deeds done...
generating thunderstruck ac/dc current

hmm... maybe due comeuppance

being scammed to the hilt)
suspicion toward comportment of people rife
with deliberate intent to jackknife
cumulative net worth,

and now yours truly

 

evinces trust nobody motto
(dialogue we hear coming

from the pursed lips
of X files Special Agent Mulder)
dogging me every step of the way
I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,

a beacon complementing/

supplementing homelife,

who will forever be with me

even during our (mine
atheistic couched) afterlife.

 

She, the mother
of our deux darling daughters, I adore

though ofttimes, she never knows...
expressing love tis quite an arduous chore

concerning me upon this

(we quietly celebrate

bledded wiss encompassing

trials and tribulations we didst explore
courtesy (for instance) my parents

time sharing vacation getaways galore
poem honoring pledged troth

missus doth implore

concerning wedding anniversary

two days hence, whoa...

 

our shared journey bobbing
at times eventfully, fitfully,

gingerly along knorr
never without unbridled adventure,
how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed
yes already number xxvii, i.e. twenty seven)

orbitz around the sun, we reminisce...

revisiting how each the rock
of gibraltar for the other more

so much emotional turbulence

witnessed by our progeny,
a tragic indelibly recorded overture

nearly rent asunder by mighty quinotaur,
I accept culpability (yours truly)

strayed against sacred covenant
went wayward intrepid misdeeds

repented of secular married man

known in Biblical realm

carnal sin for sure

without shadow of doubt

triggered emotional uproar

and nearly led to marital war

we now joke about mine

philandering days of yore.

Infidelity nearly perilously upended marriage,
said vaguely worded insensate blunder

wrought catastrophic upheaval

reigned analogous how millenniums ago

Vandals, Huns, Goths,
et cetera did plunder
and ransack the
outer limits of Roman empire

our pledged troth shattered,

whereby the missus outclassed Zeus,

she emitted deafening thunder,

yet annulment nor divorce,
she would not grant
sigh of great relief
and mystery I wonder...

 

To this upcoming July twenty fifth

when all troubles

of this beatle browed,

foo fighter, nirvana seeking...
seemed so far away
how hands of father time
speedily lept away

an (extra) ordinary day

to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness

toward her, whose troth I pledged

 

courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel)

mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave
NOT telling me hike along highway

and/or boulevard

of broken dreams, motorway

avoided, cuz she thee missus

WANTED me to stay

in role of legally wedded husband
(and father to deux special grown lasses)

when they (progeny)...
were just newborn babes yesterday.