lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2009
To My Husband
Thank You for being my lover.
Thank You for being my husband.
Your friendship is a gift most valued and cherished.
You listen with an open mind, never criticizing or scolding.
You share the good times and the bad with love and kindness.
You have always been a friend from the first time we met.
Your love is exciting, passionate and tender.
Time spent in a place unknown to others.
Memories long cherished of great desire and sharing.
Your partnership feel both secure and familiar.
Year of sharing, growing and discovering.
A bond between two souls, not described by mere words.
Than You for being my friend, my lover, my husband.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 1999©
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