Pretty much all that matters to me matters because of you. I'm going to love you the rest of my life even if you become a Jew. 7/27/02010 As I've probably mentioned, my darling wife is in the process of converting to Judaism. This is not my favorite idea ever. Such is life.
I feel terrible. I feel awful. I wasted a day of our life. I wish I could take it back and redo it and show you I love you, my wife. 7/27/02010 This was written after some horrible and pointless argument and misunderstanding.
When you kiss me you give my heart wings. When you hug me you set my heart free. I'll never get tired of feeling these things. I cherish what you do to me. 7/25/02010 Another in a long line of gushy love poems.
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I've listened to their arguments and found them unconvincing. The "logic" they use tends to induce wincing. 7/23/02010 This one was inspired by religionistas pushing their fairy tales as if they represent reality.
I love when you call me Dammit. It reminds me of how much you care. But I wonder whether you'd call me that if I danced more like Fred Astaire. 7/21/02010 Dammit is one of my darling wife's nicknames for me. In case you were wondering.
Invading skunks, cops are drunks. What's going on in this town? Pumpkin trees and your knobby knees to chase away my frown. 7/17/02010 The first stanza involves us having come home to discover three pair of skunks waddling around on our lawn. It also involves a report we heard about a cop in our town being disciplined for drunk driving. The second involves my experiment in growing pumpkins from seeds. The mention of my darling wife's knobby knees is an allusion to her having lost an amazing amount of weight.
Uninteresting, boring, dull as can be. That's my entry in the dictionary. Thrilling, exciting, extraordinary. That one's yours. Don't know why you chose me. 7/17/02010 Here's a bit of my old self-deprecation creeping its way in.
The twinkling of stars, the glow of the moon are dim next to you in my sight. I likely won't see you till well after dark. That's why I long for the night. 7/16/02010 I must've been in the middle of a workday that I expected to go much longer than I hoped.
Someday I might sing you a song in hopes you might sing along. Someday I might write you a letter in hopes it might make you feel better. Someday I might take you flying in hopes it might stop your crying. 7/15/02010 I'm not really sure what was behind this one. Probably just an exercise in rhyme.
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. 7/10/02010 An anniversary poem.
Reaching the end of our seventh year of marriage, I wish I could show you how much you mean. I'd love to give you a ride in a magical carriage. That would be befitting for you, my queen. 7/9/02010 Another in a long line of gushy love poems.
Today is Independence Day but I depend on you to make me very happy and not start feeling blue. Happy Independence Day, my one true guiding star. I love what you do for me and everything you are. 7/4/02010 A holiday-themed, rhyming, gushy love poem.
I saw an aardvark in the dark or maybe that's not right. Perhaps it was a bit of fuzz playing tricks on my sight. 7/3/02010 It rhymes. But see how clever? Lines 2 and 4 rhyme with each other. That's obvious. Perhaps you didn't notice that lines 1 and 3 contain internal rhymes.