Nails

Is she hard
As nails?
No, but she
Is tough
As nails,
Underneath
That sweet
Smile she is
Five feet two
Of red-haired
Relentless
Persistent
But polite
Person in
Charge.
And I am
Sweetly softly
Bulldozing my
Way forward
Until we both
Grind to a halt,
Look up to see
What has brought
Us to a standstill,
And face ourself
In another person.
We laugh as we
Do not worry
About the small
Stuff and on big
Items we agree to
Compromise as
We are better off
Together than apart.
Still, we both like
The strength of
The other even in
Opposition to us,
We are getting used
To each other and
Fonder of being
A fiancé than
Just a friend.
Hard to nail
Down an
Intellect
With a terrific
Progressive
Left hook and
Eyes that
Tantalize,
She spars
With me
In conversations
More pleasurable
Than making
Points so the
Game is
More fun
Than a
Win.
She has
My heart at
Her first
Smile
And
She is
Tough as
Nails,
I am
So
In love.