My Better Half

She sees nothing the way I do,
Never once have I been right.

Except the day on bended knee,

I asked her if I might.

‘My better half‘, a tired phrase,

could use rejuvenation.

No fruit will come from posturing,

in half a conversation.

The trick, you see, is listening,

With both the heart and ears.

Once you hear, emerges clear,

The path to blissful years.