Lovebirds

'...how do I love thee, let me count the ways.' - Shakespeare: Sonnet XLIII He stops to buy her roses and a card to mark their anniversary. Strolling absent-mindedly he crosses to the park and in his reveries he hears two songbirds singing sweetly in the trees, a melody that cheers his saddened soul. He hurries to the nursing home to greet his darling wife, the half that makes him whole. He cannot let a day go e'er he sees her smiling face, that smile of sweet contentment that illuminates their souls and redefines their state of grace. Living on their memories they chatter like the songbirds, their conversation bright. He tucks her in and wishes her goodnight, 'God bless, sleep tight, (don't let those bedbugs bite!')