Ode To Bess Poem by Chris Embrick

No stronger bond with my sweet Bess
to love her more, I'd love no less
Now these many seasons yoked
Poor we live but never broke
Together still with her I'm blessed

Though many's asked, she's not for hire
brown eyes of love, in them no ire
As strange as life sometimes seems
two ladies share my fondest dreams
Both freely give what life requires.

My wife the dearest, I must confess
in second place, there's always Bess
No kinder words can a man utter
over one cow's milk and butter.