Apologies if this is the wrong subreddit:
Years ago, I read a short poem in which the poet was describing his garden. His wife was standing in the garden, and the poem quickly turned into a description of his wife instead.
The poet finishes by observing that all poems are about his wife, in the end.
It's a beautiful, understated love poem, and it stuck with me, but I've never been able to find it again.
I even wrote an assignment about it for a college English class, which was about as difficult as you'd imagine.
Anyone who can identify it, or even point me in the right direction, would earn my undying gratitude (at the very least). Thanks!