What Only She Will Ask!

I got home a little late and much too tired to eat a meal

crawled upstairs into my bed, for sleep I knew would heal

I was out and sound asleep,but she whispered, " I know its late,

but would you love me still, if I put on alot of weight ? "

" If I were in an accident and both my legs were gone

would you find me still attractive, would love be just as strong ? "

My eyes were very heavy, my thoughts confused and slow

I could not help but wonder, from where do such questions grow?

" If my face became disfigured, would you love me anyway,

would you see me just the same, or would you turn away? "

Sleep was tugging at my brain and I could not answer straight,

I asked if all these questions, possibly could wait ?

" What if I were paralyzed and we could never have sex again

would you love me anyway, or would you leave me then ? "

The sleep was driven from me and I bolted from the bed

the terror seized my senses, fear pounded in my head

" Yes my sweet, I'd love you, disfigured and overweight

and I would love you still, if sex were off the plate."

It takes such little assurance to satisfy her heart

she sleeps in peaceful bliss, as I shudder in the dark!