The Prompt was actually "A Love Poem or An Anti-Love Poem"
Thirty Years Without A  Love Poem
How long has it been
Since I wrote you a love  poem?
How many years has it been?
Almost thirty years now since  
I begged you - run away with me  to Paris,
Tahiti, the Greek Islands,  anywhere.
It hasn’t been the life we  dreamed of, has it?
We haven’t been to Paris yet.
But every morning yours is the  face
That I wake up to, discuss the  day with, 
Over tea and cereal.
Every night your kisses
Are the last thing that I know  
Before the darkness takes me  under.
Thirty years without a love  poem
Have been thirty years of love,  
Sometimes sorrow, often joy.
This is just another Tuesday  afternoon,
I’ve gone shopping for our  dinner.
Soon, you will be home,  
Your dear face tired and  hungry.
I am writing you this love poem  just to say
There are lilacs on the kitchen  table, it is April,
Thirty years later we're still here.
Thirty years later we're still here.
 
 

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