Wednesday, April 3, 2013
T is for thankful, because that's what I am!
And I've got a happy birthday poem for my hubby to prove it.
How sweet it is to be loved by you.
We started back in '72.
(Oops, make that 1968,
the golden year of our first date.)
I won't recite the history.
Our hearts know well the mystery
of how we met and fell so fast
that both of us knew we would last.
But this poem has a different plan:
explaining why you are the man
who lights me up, my only one.
You are the moon and stars and sun.
Here are the reasons, in a list,
why you're the guy I can't resist:
You put me first. When I feel cursed,
you run for aid...(light lemonade).
You save my place, yet give me space.
You meet my needs with love and grace.
You give in when I need to win,
but show spine when I'm out of line.
When my shoe-pile reason defies,
you shut your eyes and organize.
If I'm unhinged by writing binge,
you rub my shoulders, hard as boulders.
You show concern at every turn,
yet tease me in a way that smolders.
I know you look at me and see
that little girl that rocked your world.
I look at you and see the same,
the boy who offered me his name
and every other thing he had.
That you were born makes me so glad
I cannot find words in my mind
to even partially define
how sweet it is to be loved by you.
No wonder that I love you, too!
Happy Birthday, Dave.
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