For Life

I like to write you poems every single day So many things to tell you, so many things to say I'm sorry if the theme of love tends to be so much Of what I rhyme and reason in my words as such It's just that you to me are more than just the cat's meow And if I had my druthers someday would be right now I hope that I don't anger you or make you mad at me But if I do please tell me and I will stop this spree Of words and rhymes, the fountain flows, not seeming to run dry And I am not surprised or shocked how come that is, or why It's because I write these things for you, the woman I adore And these are just small poems, I could render so much more But I will be content as such with what I now can give I hope you'll always want me to for as long as you will live