Continuance of Submission

When you find your rationality departs, 
when you wish you could impress her,  
when you can't seem to find the right words,  
then you have found your love.

When you feel afraid around her,  
when she makes every right thing you did seem wrong,  
when you feel like saying, "Yes, ma'am," 
then you have found your wife.

My dear brother, do you hear the church bell ring?  
Someone walking down the aisle?  
Do you stand, pivoted in fear,  
even before 'dear love' becomes 'dear wife'?

Please don't despair.  
Many men better than you have testified:  
To a wife, you are the problem—  
something she loves to have around.

Dear brother, this poem is definitely not for submission to those elevated journals.  
But your continuance depends on  
your continued submission—carry on.