My Love

November 1, 2017

I won't yell

Nor curse at you

I will give you the respect you deserve

My dear, I won't make promises I can't keep

Though my eyes may wander

My love for you won't waver

I'll savor every moment with you

Excluding your food

It makes me weep

I'll cook, so no worries

When in labor

I'll be there

Don't fret

I'm no superman

But, I will be your man

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