Blind Love

She knows her groceries, I guess;
She knows her onions, I confess;
She knows more than I can express.
I know you couldn't realize
How much she knows, she is so wise
On any theme she can advise.
She knows the things that I do not
(And that is saying quite a lot);
When she speaks, all I say is, "What?"
I only wish that I could tell
The things she does one-half so well,
But I am just a plain dumbbell.
She is as wise as she can be,
But there's one thing she cannot see,
And that is - why she married me!

Van H. Eshelman