Just leafing through my notes (draft in my email), then I found the poem I wrote for my wife (before we get married).
This might be gay and uninteresting but I'll share it anyway to you guys.
In the garden, over the table we drank our coffee
Feb '05
In the garden, over the table we drank our coffee. You said, "There
were lots of men who went gaga over me. Some wore Armani suits and
looked like gods in them, some looked like actors in movies I have
watched,and others offered me gifts that cost a fortune." Then you
continued as you reached for my rough hand from the other side of the
table, "Some almost knelt before me, some wooed my entire family
and others promised a lifetime security of love and money." Silently
listening, I smiled then squeezed your soft and delicate hand. While
looking at me you suddenly asked, "Why do I love you? My reply:
Because no one drinks coffee like I do.
This might be gay and uninteresting but I'll share it anyway to you guys.
In the garden, over the table we drank our coffee
Feb '05
In the garden, over the table we drank our coffee. You said, "There
were lots of men who went gaga over me. Some wore Armani suits and
looked like gods in them, some looked like actors in movies I have
watched,and others offered me gifts that cost a fortune." Then you
continued as you reached for my rough hand from the other side of the
table, "Some almost knelt before me, some wooed my entire family
and others promised a lifetime security of love and money." Silently
listening, I smiled then squeezed your soft and delicate hand. While
looking at me you suddenly asked, "Why do I love you? My reply:
Because no one drinks coffee like I do.
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