True Love
True love is
waking up beside you
every morning...
with rollers in your hair,
no make up,
sleep crust in your eyes,
bad morning breath,
a nasty attitude,
twenty pounds overweight,
ugly flannel pajamas...
thinking I'm luckiest man in the world!
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