“It’s How I Love You, not ‘How Do?'”


Each day as I talk to you there are so may topics I wish to explore,

Your cuteness of discovery is so wonderful, it’s something else I adore,

As we search for materials for our new home I actually become excited,

It’s more time spent with you and sharing more of the love we ignited,

 

This isn’t a love poem of need or want but to express even more,

There is more to you than physical contact, there’s little things I adore,

Your cute giggle to express contentment and another to say yes,

We have known each other so long that it is no longer a guess,

 

I look into your eyes as another cabinet style is shown to compare,

If there is a time I can’t read your eyes I must say it is very rare,

When we find something we both agree on I hear “How I love you”

Some may question how it’s said but I know well, it’s not “how do?”

The end, by Pat.

 

You’re so cute in everything you do, I’ve made everyone sick for

over fifty years babbling on all about you.