The Tattoo Artist'S Wife

The Tattoo Artist's Wife

This couple I know,
Took it real slow.
For she loved one before him.
His big ego,wouldn’t let him tow,
The weight of pride within.
Within days of meeting
And families collaborating,
To be his bride was she.
The man she loved, ignored her pleas,
The stupid man that was he.

Time flew by.
They began to talk,
In their house by the bay.
Soon she began to hear a hum,
That grew louder everyday.
Within a year,she lost all fear,
And slow danced to the kitchen.
His peeping eye,
Caught this sight;
A smile broke through his ego's might.

A bad day at work;
An unsettled situation;
His parlour was shutting down.
Along the way, he had to think
Of hiding a painful frown.
She sensed his pain,
And looked in vain.
For ways to cheer him up,
She realised who she truly loved,
Her thoughts, now restless and loud.

Her first tattoo,
Would be his last.
As he inked her golden frame,
She promised to fix his broken crown,
And asked him to etch his name.