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Ode to My Husband

Ode to My Husband
What a wonderful, magical surprise! Sometimes love arrives in disguise. I never saw this coming, Never anticipated such an awesome blessing. I was at the right place, When I spied your sweet, handsome face. It was at the right time, When you called me your goddess and I knew you were mine. Until I met you, I was like a sad, little bird with no songs to sing, With only broken wings, l had to work my way through some hurtful things.
But you came along, A real man, unselfishly offering me strong, broad shoulders to lean on. It was a long, slow process getting back on track, But you were patient and willing to take the burden off my back. When I was lost and alone, you showered me with loving attention, Tenderness, kindness, and consideration. You nurtured and cherished me each step of the way, Building my confidence and trust each day. Thank you for helping my fragile heart to mend, Thank you for helping me become whole and to love again!
Entered in contest "Best love poem #3" sponsored by Poet Destroyer A (5-26-2014)

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

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It's your attention to detail

Gentle caresses sweep my skin
with creeping tenderness,
devouring every curve of my body
and feeling its sizzling melt 
against your skin.
Your loving gaze enters my soul
striking away all attempts 
to keep the padlocked
heart and mind 
shuttered from any harm.
Your finger tips tantalize 
my womanly form
raising delightful awareness.
You lead my chin towards you
brush your nose and lips 
over my face as you slowly
move towards my mouth
then meet, magically.
Explosive emotions 
dynamite through my mind 
as we meld together
I become putty in your hands
and you play purposely 
mastering your art
knowing it’s your attention 
to detail that matters
in loving me.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty

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The True Love of a Man

When I was just a little girl, I dreamed I’d meet a knight. He’d proudly wear his shining armor, and guard me day and night. I kept on dreaming half my life and searched as I grew. Until I found my knight one day, I found my knight in you! Before our paths crossed that day, my struggles had been great. But when I laid my eyes upon you, I thought it must be fate. You gently got to know me and embraced me as a friend. And as our friendship grew in time, we knew it wouldn’t end. As our lives were set in motion, we climbed mountains and sailed seas. And as we’ve shared our lives together, we’ve blended with such ease. Our friendship grew as years passed by into such an enduring love. This thing we have together now was blessed from God above! I know we both have said it. We feel it in our souls. We’ve devoted our lives to each other, and together we’ll grow old. The love we share is very rare, and should be held with high esteem. For some may only find this kind, only in their dreams. This is what God planned for us, to live here on this land. To be the best we both can be, walking through it hand in hand. Even when our roads seem rough, we must have a faith that lasts. We’ll smile as we share many today’s, and reflect gladly on our past. I hope I’ve touched your life my love, as much as you’ve touched mine. For this is the love I’ve always dreamed of, a love both gentle and kind. I believe we meet our “soul mate” only once in our lives. This blessing from God has come to us, I’m proud to be your wife. With all this said my poem will end. A poem for my love, who is also my friend! I want to thank you with all that I am, For showing me Darling, the true love of a man!
With all my love, Michelle Merry Christmas – December 2006©

Copyright © Michelle DeGironemo

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Remind Me

Remind me when I forget, of all the things you have done for me.
Living and loving so carefree.  Remind me when I get upset, you would
hold my body so tenderly, settting my heart and soul free.
Remind me that a love like yours will never be.

Remind me of all the great times we shared, you giving me all the love I
need, and we both helping each other to succeed.  Remind me of all the good
in you, so I will know your love is true, then I will know what to do, and that is
to keep on loving you.

Copyright © Shirley Long

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Is This : " LOVE ? "


My Eyes : See YOU
My Ears : Hear YOU
My Lips : Taste YOU
My Hands : Caress YOU
My Breath : Inhales YOU


Author’s Note :  This is a Birthday POEM
           MY LOVE , FOREVER
              November 4 , 1951

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire

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Saved My Life

I went back into that dark, dark place 
Were demons dwell 
Lives are taken away
Through the pain 
Through the tears 
You were there and kept me near. 
You saved my life by loving me; 
Your silent strength was the key. 
Gentle touches and silent words 
Let me know that love was the cure. 
Depression is my evil curse, 
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away 
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay. 
I’ve walked that dark path so many times 
I’ve done lost track, 
Things have change 
And God’s given me a special tool 
To help me through, 
I have you and Joshua too, 
Rooted deeper is the knowledge 
Both of you want me to stay a little longer. 
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
There are not enough words to say
I Love You 
In every way 
May God bless us ever day.

Copyright © Sarah Frieman

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Great and Wondrous, Gracious Thanksgiving

I am thankful...

1.  For the USA, and our freedom to praise God, Salvation and rebirth

2.  For My Husband Wayne, Son Caleb, our dog Ashley, Cats Prissy and Smut and even those 
messy lovebirds, Laverne and Shirley

3.  That I am able to think, feel, hear, see, taste, touch and love

4.  That God is good all the time and all the time God is good

5.  For Mom and Dad, and all the other family I have that still claims me.

6.  That my husband has a job and we are able to live in our house.

7.  For the seasons, the flowers and all beauty

8.  For curbside Garbage service and my dishwasher

9.  For advancement in medical sciences

10.  For clean water, modern appliances, and a comfortable bed
(not necessarily in that order)

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse

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Purple Ink carefully formed letters

To my Moonbeam leaping stag,
box  of  miscellaneous keys two
little shelves your favorite chicken 
salad  with pot of  Lady  Grey tea.
Royal jelly honey-based receipe
all natural retorative  toiletries.
Splendid Summer afternoon
strolling and chatting in the deep 
wicker chair at the old country house.

Copyright © Mariana pavlich

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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook

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Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Copyright © Perry Campanella

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Thank you for making my husband a prick
For 3 weeks of being treated like shit
Do you feel better, now that you’re PALS with him?
I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were so dim   
We could have continued flirting and joking
But then you apologized - what were you smoking? 
My husband didn’t care, until you made it seem “bad”
Why would you do that? Destroy the fun that we had?
Now I’m the “immoral, horrible wife”
Who daily is yelled at, ignored, criticized… 
The loving husband that I once used to have
Only speaks asshole thanks to your gaff!
I never thought you would BETRAY me like this – 
For goodness sake, we didn’t even kiss!
I hope you get herpes, you cock-sucking dick!

For Patricia's thank-you contest

Copyright © Black Eyed Susan

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I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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Who Can Find A Virtuous Woman

Who can find a virtuous woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
My wife found out that her brother drowned and that she was pregnant with our first child on the same day.
My wife had a husband lose his mind and her father shoot himself in the same 3 months.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My wife rarely complains, walks clothed in love, and has a sexy smile like Sophia Lauren.
My wife giggles and laughs at stupid jokes out of sheer hilarious kindness.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Women turn to my wife for advice and direction.
Men turn to my wife for encouragement and affirmation.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
With her I will grow old.
With her I will travel back to the innocence of my childhood.
Loving her has not been easy as obstacles have come against us from day one,
But when I think to faint or run I dream of her soul and find strength.
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Her children arise and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her.
My wife’s love for our children manifests in busy days and restful nights,
And through her love my children never doubt the presence and reality of God’s affection.
My wife sees the best in me when others can only see frivolity and failure.
My wife beats back adversity with a conscientious smile and perspicacious laughter.
My wife knows God but does not flaunt her holiness as if it is on display for the world,
And my wife’s motivations are purer than the running water of mountain tops.
I seek not to exalt her to a place of codependence where all of her humanity is crushed beneath the pain of my subjective worship.
No, my wife is no God and she is constantly forgetting to lock her car,
But when I think of King Lemuel and his question for the ages,
When I think of King Lemuel and his somewhat chauvinist question,
Who can find a virtuous woman?
My response is always the same, I can!

Copyright © Woodrow Lucas

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I Love YOU

In case I forget
today to say
I love you!

In every way
every single day
I love the sweet things you say
no code plays

I admire your strength to believe
to be a man who goes after his needs
in all of the people I have known
you are truly one I will NEVER let go

You lift me up higher than yesterday
something in all my life I wanted to say
I wanted to know I wanted to believe
now my sweet baby you made love my reality

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter

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A Story My Mother Told Me

someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...

(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

a wife left South Africa in the 1960’s to join her husband 
who was in exile at the time...

in 1970 the husband was sent by the African National Congress to India to be its representative there...

the husband and wife spent two years in Bombay...

one afternoon the husband fell and broke his leg...

the wife knocked on their neighbour’s door, in an apartment complex in Bombay

the neighbour was an old Punjabi lady...

the wife asked the neighbour for a doctor to see to the injured husband...

a Parsi ‘Bone-Setter’ was promptly summoned...

the husband still recalls his anxiety of seeing ‘Bone-Setter’ written on the Parsi gentleman’s bag...

by the way, the ‘Bone-Setter’ worked his ancient craft and surprisingly for the husband, his broken leg healed quite soon...

but still on that day, while the ‘Bone-Setter’ was seeing to the husband...

the wife and the old Punjabi lady from next door got to talking about this and that and where these new Indian-looking wife and husband were from as their accents were clearly not local...

the wife told the elderly Punjabi lady that the husband worked for the African National Congress of South Africa and had left to serve the ANC from exile...

and that they had left their two children behind in South Africa and that they were now essentially political refugees...

the Punjabi lady broke down and wept uncontrollably...

she told the foreign woman that she too had had to leave her home in Lahore in 1947 and flee to India with only the clothes on her back when the partition of the subcontinent took place and Pakistan was formed and at a time when Hindus from Pakistan fled to India and vice versa...

the Punjabi lady then asked the foreign woman her name...

‘Zubeida’, but you can call me ‘Zubie’...

the Punjabi woman hugged Zubie some more, and the two women, seperated by age and geography, wept, sharing a shared pain...

the Punjabi woman told Zubie that she was her ‘sister’ from that day on, and that she felt that pain of exile and forced migration and what being a refugee felt like...

Zubie and her husband Mosie became the closest of friends with the Hindu Punjabi neighbours who were kicked out of Pakistan by Muslims...

then came the time for Mosie and Zubie to leave for Delhi where the African National Congress office was based...

the elderly Punjabi lady and Mosie and Zubie said their goodbyes...

a year or two later, the elderly Punjabi lady’s daughter Lata married Ravi Sethi and the couple moved to Delhi...

the elderly Punjabi lady called Zubie and told her that her daughter was coming to Delhi to live and that she had told Lata, her daughter that she had a ‘sister’ in Delhi...

Lata and Ravi Sethi then moved to Delhi...

This was in the mid-1970’s...

Lata and Zubie became the closest of friends and that bond stayed true, and stays true till today, though Zubie is no more, and the elderly Punjabi lady is no more...

the son and the husband still have a bond with Lata and Ravi Sethi...

a bond that was forged between Hindu and Muslim and between two continents across the barriers of creed and time...

a bond strong and resilient, forged by the pain and trauma of a shared experience...

and that is why, and I shall never stop believing this, that hope shines still, for with all the talk of this and of that, and of that and of this, there will always be a simple woman, somewhere, anywhere, who would take the ‘other’ in as a sister, a fellow human...

and that is why there will always be hope...
hope in the midst of this and of that and of that and of this...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony, New Delhi)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

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Just a memory to keep no poem

I got this message today
and after so many hard years
I wanted to post this

Not for anyone to see
but so I can and never forget
it has been so hard for so long

But now I couldn't be happier.
most people are ending things by now
but in our case we found we needed each other more

From my husband via text to me
I want to be more for you, make up for the beginning when I wasn't there for you. I've always loved you, but never really showed it, but there's one thing for sure. You've always been my one and only sweetheart, my love, my heart, and now it's time to show you how much I love you and let you see you've never known how much that really is.
 Hugs and kisses my butterfly. 

I cried when I got this it means everything to me.
I gave him some news yesterday and he was so happy.
Like the world was lifted off of him.
I brought him his dinner to his drilling rig
then spent the night with him, we watched movies, and laughed.

The years though hard have been good to us, he still looks so young.
He is the smartest most hard working man I know.
Everyone who works for him truly adores him and his company praises him.
We married at 17 and it was so hard for so long.
He kept pushing me with every I can not do that, until my books became tangible.
They will be out soon, and they  were not self published. His pride in me meant everything.
So this is not a poem yet a forever reminder of what God can do and knowing his love,
we can love each other better, stronger, and longer. I will be happy to move forward. 
I am still crying with joy. Thank you Lord for such a wonderful life.

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter

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Hey my Honeybunch, You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable

           Guys I would like to share my FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 Hey my Honeybunch,You let my first Wedding Anniversary unforgettable.. 

        Hey guys, you know what?? I had got a pleasant surprise from my hubby.It was our 1st Marriage Anniversary on 24th April 2013. Actually we both had tight work schedule..and hubby was at pune..It was too hard to digest that v couldn’t meet each other..but some hw prepared mentally that its ok.. will meet @ weekend..After few hours bro called and said that he is going to organize party for my in-laws and mom-dad n he said..your hubby wont come bt he askd me to conduct party tonight..I got too upset bcz f dis again..dat hw cud i without hubby :(( but after few minutes i got clue frm my momma n i ws at the top f my world..everyone was waiting to cut the cake n my eyes wer desperately searching suyog..hotel assistants wer asking quite oftenly "shall v bring the cake n i ws no wait..just wait.." but later dey brought the cake aftr bro's signal..n dey started clapping n played music for wishing.. Everybody said : Now stand n cut the cake..he won’t bro also said how eagerly u bin w8tin n searching fr him bt he really wont bro n my family members not only confused me but hotel assistants as well regarding suyog's arival but i said where is my hubby??????? i wont cut the cake without too too upset again n emotional :(':(' was trying his phone bt he avoided my cal n msg popped out..he is busy with other really upset bcz f dis..den i felt now seriously he won’t come..Suddenly i had glimpse f suyog n i ws like is it suyog??????? dat ws the touching too too excited n my happiness was beyond bound..Everybody around me laughed.He hugged me n wished me..I too wished him..later we cutted the cake n he gave me nicely decorated flower bouquet..Really Suyog “You made me made me your love..Without you my life will be incomplete..” Heartiest congratulations to you my Honey!!!!muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and I wish you to b as my life partner fr all seven birth's..n lastly thanks fr hp pavilion lappy,beautiful sarees n amazing jewelleries.. :) :) /\./\ 

Wrote by:

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare

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Mr Fix It

My car breaks down
I’m pissed, vicious frown
You hug me tight
You say, “It will be alright”
“I’ll fix it”

Wrenches, sockets
Bolts in your pockets
Smeared cheeks, grease
I hand you those not these

You lay on the street
Jeans and feet
My heart held captive
You’ve never been so attractive

Copyright © Liberty Robbins

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The Women

The Women

(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)

Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.

They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.

You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.

You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.

You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.

Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.

I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.

I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.

I salute you!

(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

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Night Melody

 .                         The wind blows,
                     The night melody flows,
       We dance away under the full moon,

Our hands clinging together creating a tune,
  The melody of two falling in love so soon,
           The rhythm of a great bliss to me,
                      Our first kiss so lovely,
                              Night melody

Anthony Scandrick II

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II

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Love Needs No Words

You've been my caregiver so many times.
Surgery after surgery you were there. 
Never a complaint came from your lips-
Bathed me, fed me with loving care. 
All of this was behind us, we thought,
Until this year-

Oh, love, friend, soulmate of mine,
This year another surgery I fear.
A caregiver I'll need once again my love.
You laid your hand upon my shoulder,
As our heads touch, my tears did flow.
Two hearts became one, a sad note it did beat.
Love needs no words. 

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve

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I Love To Cry

When you dont look at me,
With other things to do when you are busy.
You seldom turn around and smile
You are with me, but just for a while.

I think of what will make me sad
Of things which ever make me mad.
And isolate myself away from you,
Wandering around what next to do.

And a long wait, a peek from the corner of my eye;
Feeling the pain grow, as to forget I try.
And then when it is already too late,
I notice your concerned stride past the gate.

You cuddle me, like a baby you hold,
Trying to reassure your love pre-told.
To get you near me, look at me, I could die;
And that is one reason I love to cry...

Copyright © Vincel Parmar

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Copyright © lisa augusta

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If It Wasn't For You

If it wasn’t for your eyes
I would have nothing to gaze upon,
If it wasn’t for your lips
I would have nothing to place mine on.
If it wasn’t for your hair
I would have nothing to stroke,
Because of your understandings
I have reasons to cope.
If it wasn’t for your hands 
I would have nothing to reach out to,
If it wasn’t for your smile
Each of my days would be blue.
If it wasn’t for your arms
I would know no caress,
Not the heat from another
While touching chest to chest.
If it wasn’t for you
What would I do,
I truly haven't the slightest clue.

Copyright © Anthony Thomas

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Tea Time

Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine?
A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align.
A mass of vibrating energy combines.
Lost here, safe there, warm dear?
Our love melts crippling fear.
There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide.
So now we jump! 
Inside my manic depressive ride.
Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride?
Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I.
Fear not, even King Kong.
Wife at home, smoking tea and high.
Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh..
You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... 
Dreamed to die.
My, my, my.
Your cold hard shell.
I loved you then and wished you well.
A living breathing tree did fell.
Is it cold in this, your damp black cell?
For this happy fat sow.
Expectations melted, I chose, I allow.
By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above.
Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love.
I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. 
For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing.
Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke.
You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke.
Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote.
Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear.
Your mind, your head, to freely choose.
Before your old and dead, dead, dead.

Copyright © Heydon Bunting

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:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.

Copyright © Aycan Garip

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Traits of a Mother

M. Mature
O. Obsessive
T. Truthful
H. Helpful
E. Earnest
R. Respectful
S. Self sufficient 

L. Loveable 
O. Outstanding
V. Virtuous 
E. Efficient

I. Irreplaceable 
S. Spontaneous

N. Nurturing
E. Economical
V. Virtuoso
E. Eager 
R. Reliable 

E. Entertaining 
N. Nice
D. Dedicated
I.  Industrious 
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature

Copyright © Richard Eichmiller

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Our Silver Anniversary

From the day I promised to be with you forever… It’s now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We’ve had our share of joy and trials! You’ve been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You’re a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim

Copyright © Jim Pemberton

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A Basket Full Of Love

A Basket Full Of Love

Love him
when breakfast
wake you
and the coffee
he's holding
as you rise
shapes a smile
on your rested face

you feel 
the need
for a day off
from the chores
the love
he holds for you
it done
with no objection

Admire him
as the
he has
when you look
your worst
and that
monthly curse
makes you scream
and cry at him

for his
embracing hugs

Appreciation of the 
strong respect
as he
his precious one

new day
greeted together
a second
let him
idolize you
as you 
worship him

Copyright © Cindy Fairey

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Innumerable Blessings

I am thankful for and praising God because:

My husband is energetic, lean and easy with a smile.   

There is different people and personalities to make life interesting.

My son has auburn hair and freckles like his mom but got his dad's dark eyes.

My son is healthy and happy.

I have a mess making short leg dog with sweet eyes and who likes to play.

My parents are able to be near and stayed together for almost fifty years.

I am glad the weather has seasons and leaves are falling.

I am glad the creator made coccoa beans for chocolate.

I am glad my husband took my advice and grew a mustache many years ago.

I am glad I did NOT get that tattoo!

I do want grandchildren and as many as possible.

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse