Lovebirds
'...how do I love thee, let me count the ways.'
Shakespeare: Sonnet LX111
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!)
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