Many years ago I wrote my wife poems. My prose has never been conventional, but it expressed a truth about my love for her. I found this one a few days ago. I wrote it in 1990.
For every great man there’s a woman
Who loves and supports him and then,
When he does something stupid and loses their money,
She doesn’t make him feel like a moron or a failure. Instead, she wraps her arms around him and tells him how much she loves him, and kisses him like she really, really means it.