Here’s what I wrote for my darlin’ of 18 1/2 years:
There’s not enough words for me to tell you
I can’t find the words to tell you
How much I love you, that I love youI can’t sing any lyrics
Write any prose that says
How much I love you, that I love youAnd then, I reach over and touch you
Your arm, your leg, your face
And words are not longer needed, are they?copyright 2008, Paula Offutt
Ahh shucks, you old softie.
I know! Disgusting, ain’t it?
barf….
Yer jus’ jealous. What’d you get Col? Flowers again?
Yup!