My Perfect Mate
He has to be hilarious
And there has to be a silent way of communication
That others do not see or understand
We have to have our own language,
And he had better not call me baby names
Understanding that I am the queen, the goddess
And some days also the king and emperor
of our relationship
He must know his place
as my fawning royal subject and admirer
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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