Ode to the Man who took my hand
On that fateful summer day.
My heart full of whimsy, his legs a little flimsy
A wonderful match, they all say.
Two crimson graduations, with help from the trax stations
Just in time for a bouncing baby boy.
Then the color of pink, that at times puts up a stink
But we love our little curls of joy.
And let it be known, Happy Valley we call home
With social work and gardens galore.
And did I mention, our latest invention
Blue eyes, bright smile, we added just one more.
Yes, ode to the man, who holds my hand
Who makes life more easy to bare.
I'm the luckiest gal, I've got my best pal
Our lives we have promised to share.
Happy Anniversary, Hot Stuff!
8 years
5 comments:
Although one might think this pose was purposeful, it was not. Be not decieved.
-Aaron
Congratulations guys! 8 years, wow! Hope you had a wonderful anniversary!
I loved the pose and the poem was awesome. Happy Anniversary. It's amazing how the years actually make your love grow.
love it!
You've got talent Melissa. Awesome poem, picture and anniversary.
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