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Friday, March 23, 2007

A simple story of a girl that loves a boy.

Eight years ago my husband and I stood in this house surrounded by a few wedding crashers (planned on only a few people but got possibly 50). Fun was had by all. People brought gifts and food! Who knew? And it has been sort of sappy, fairytale-ish ever since. Seriously. We just really like each other.

Here is a poem in honor of my love. Feel free to gag and leave now, if you stay - don’t say you weren’t warned. I didn’t know my husband when I wrote this, but I wrote it for him anyway. It is one of the ways I recognized him when we met. I knew I was talking to him here.

and I think you could
know to help me (lazily)
name the little white
flowers that lay
scattered; with joy
(under trees) with moss
carpet and small
unkissable frogs

child, and can hold
me there (and here)
soft, maybe like
the moss (unkissable)
but for me I find
your lips most (tiny
turned up corners)
flowers (kissable) and wine


And here he is. What is not to love here? Happy Anniversary my love!
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