on your 50th


you are like an angel
no, wait, I think not
a goddess then
and yet on second thought
a saint no please
that is not you
not so exhalted
if I must be true
your taste in men
is clearly suspect
so how is it
that I can expect
such perfection from you
and I don’t
when you love so patiently
this nearly untrainable dolt
there must indeed
be something within you wrong
for your love towards me
to last so long
the opposite is not
the same you see
it is my great good fortune
that I can be
your man for all these years
and more
forI am blessed
to be allowed to adore
not angel or saint
but woman through and through
how rich it is to wake
each morning with you


you are like an angel
no, wait, I think not
a goddess then
and yet on second thought
a saint no please
that is not you
not so exhalted
if I must be true
your taste in men
is clearly suspect
so how is it
that I can expect
such perfection from you
and I don’t
when you love so patiently
this nearly untrainable dolt
there must indeed
be something within you wrong
for your love towards me
to last so long
the opposite is not
the same you see
it is my great good fortune
that I can be
your man for all these years
and more
forI am blessed
to be allowed to adore
not angel or saint
but woman through and through
how rich it is to wake
each morning with you


Posted: Sat - February 24, 2007 at 01:58 PM          
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