The person I love is my perfect fit.
She even puts up with all of my -- quirks.
We met in school, but not during class.
I was out on the dance floor shaking my -- head.
I knew when I met her that I was in luck,
Forever and ever we would -- be together.
She ironed my shirt and once mowed my yard,
Seeing that made me very -- happy.
I knew at that point she was sent from above,
It was clear to me that I must be -- very blessed.
Loving me is not easy, so she must be a saint.
Because rich or smart is one thing I -- am not.
There’s not another woman for whom I would switch,
Even though sometimes -- I’m not easy to love.
Once she reads this she might turn red,
But hopefully tomorrow I won't be -- in the doghouse.
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Excellent poem, Donnie. Very sweet.
ReplyDeletehahahahahahhahahahhah! yes, she will turn red.
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