ROMANCE Poem: A Married Man, by Anna Skarupa

They say marriage is a prison,
And if that’s the case,
Lock me up officer,
I’m guilty as hell.

They say marriage ties you down.
I’ll buy the rope.
Because prison bars
Are just my wife’s arms.

My happiness chained to her smile,
Your honor, give me the life sentence,
As long as she’s my warden,
I’ll behave.

In this strange prison we call marriage
I never felt freer.

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