Married young
my high school love
nearly forty years ago
Romantic novels
formed expectations
of how our lives should go:
Every day a poem
written in honor of
my beauty and my style,
Long conversations
about my attributes
all to make me smile.
Instead I got
this grounded man
no poetry in his soul
Who works so hard
to care for me, my
well-being is his goal
And if that isn’t
poetry of a sort, I reckon
it should be
The poetry of keeping
one’s hands on the wheel for
his woman’s sake
The verse of tending
to her every physical need in
sickness and in health
Maybe this man is the
poet I longed for in days
long past
Or perhaps he’s the muse
who fills my pages with tales
enough to last.
Happy anniversary Studly!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
A lovely tribute. Photo taken before marriage, obviously
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Thank you! That photo was taken 6 years ago at our daughter’s wedding.
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Romantic stuff, Leslie
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I’ll have to read it to the lug. He doesn’t follow my blog.
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You must
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Wise man respects the privacy of your … other life 🙂
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He does. Plus, he’s just not that into poetry.
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Happy anniversary to two of my favorite people!
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Awww! Thank you! I’ll pass this along to David. He’s playing in a golf tournament today.
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Very lovely tribute. Good job.
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Thank you!
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Happy Anniversary!
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Thank you!
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