February 14th, 2016 by Jan

I’ve known you as Scoop, Little wrangler, and Ken
Sweetie pie, pumpkin, my husband, my friend.

You’re the voice of my reason, the source of my laugh,
You stand in the middle, and on my behalf.

A rose may be red, a violet quite blue,
I love you as always — and I’m off to buy shoes.


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