Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem #182

Seven years down,
I hope you don't itch
and decide that it's best
to leave me in a ditch.

I'd love to be married
for seven years longer.
I'm hopeful by then
our love will be stronger.

Seven years later,
I hope still together.
We can walk hand-in-hand,
no matter the weather.

An anniversary poem.

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