Some people know a lot about wine
I hear Pinot Noir is the rage
But the one thing I know about wine (I’ve heard)
Is that it improves with age.
Which got me to thinking about my wife
And how we were young when we met
And how we’re both different 14 years later
We’re responsible adults, and yet,
It’s hard to remember the way that we were
When barely out of high school
When we spent our last dollars on CDs and movies
And talked through the night by the pool.
But now I can see the woman she’s become
She fascinates me more and more
She’s softer and quieter and wiser and still
Has the laugh and the spirit I adore.
And as much as I typically try to avoid
Dewy-eyed love poems that rhyme
I just had an urge to be a big sap
To praise my best love of all time.
Love you, honey!
7 comments:
Your dewy-eyed love poem made me dewy-eyed. I'm glad you both have such a wonderful relationship. I used to write those kinds of poems myself. Here's to many many more years together.
You two are so lucky to have each other. I hope that your relationship continues to get stronger every year. By the way, I got a dewy-eyed as well.
Mary, you got "a" dewy-eyed or you got dewy-eyed. If you got "a" dewy-eyed I would think that means you received a dewy-eyed card from your man.
Great poem. You're a poet and I didn't know 'et.
What a great poem. I would love to have been a fly on the wall when C. saw it. How very sweet and sentimental. Great father, great husband. One might say a "chip off the ole block" as you had a pretty godd role model dad yourself. Love to all of the family. Mom
Ok ok yes I got dewy-eyed. You and Cris are very lucky to have each other. I even got a valentine, I guess I should go to my blog and tell all.
love you little brother!
Awwww...So Sweet.
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