I Married You 
    I married you
    for all the wrong reasons,
    charmed by your
    dangerous family history,
    by the innocent muscles, bulging
    like hidden weapons
    under your shirt,
    by your naive ties, the colors
    of painted scraps of sunset.

    I was charmed too
    by your assumptions
    about me: my serenity —
    that mirror waiting to be cracked,
    my flashy acrobatics with knives
    in the kitchen.
    How wrong we both were
    about each other,
    and how happy we have been.

                          Linda Pastan