Steven Helmer Publications

Just taking a few minutes for some shameless promotion: Valentine's Day is just around the corner and Love Poems for My Wife is still available at Amazon, usually getting a sales boost around this time of year. You can purchase it here:  Amazon.com: Love Poems for My Wife . The book is available both in print form and as an eBook. There is a companion book to this as well A Messy House is a Home is also available if you're looking for a set rather than just one book. You can purchase that one here:  Amazon.com: A Messy House is a Home .

I wrote Love Poems for My Wife back in 2013, publishing it on Halloween but keeping it a secret until Christmas, when I gave her the first copy of it. The book is still available at Amazon for purchase (at least online) at other booksellers. It didn't do well enough for me to quit my day job, but I do still occasionally get a royalty payment, and it's had positive reviews. The book can be purchased here: Love Poems for My Wife (Amazon.com)

  Image courtesy of  autumnsgoddess0  via Pixabay You can do better than me. That’s what I constantly hear. Whether it comes from your friends,  Or some random guy at the bar drinking a beer. They think you settled, and they are probably right. You are, after all, a ten while I am just a generous five. That means at the minimum, I am the luckiest man alive. There are plenty of other guys you could have. In fact, I can see them all waiting impatiently in line. However, while they may be younger, more handsome and energetic. I can guarantee you they’ll never be as respectful and kind. Others may promise you the world and/or a good time. But you’re never going to find a man who is as devoted or will love you more Than the lucky guy You settled for.

  Photo courtesy of Pixabay We walk into a crowd, And she’s immediately the center of attention. Within only a few moments, I am invisible, all but forgotten. What can I do?  She lights up a room. While I am the kind of guy who prefers a dark corner. Not unlike a mushroom. There’s no denying it, We’re two different souls. Opposites may attract, But we are definitely on distant poles. . While I can’t explain it, One thing is certain. She’s the star of the show, And I’m just the guy waiting for her behind the curtain. I don’t mind it. I’m serious about that, really. I get to see what they don’t get to see, Her human side, her vulnerability. Needing me to hold her close, When she’s had a bad day. Knowing I can still make her laugh and smile, Makes me feel happy and gay. They are the things that make us closer, And make us feel much more like a duet. Though perhaps they just make me love her a bit too much,  Make me worship her, like I’m her pet. I don’t know if she realizes ...