True again

like the day lilies,
my sweetest of sweet,
take a break, baby,
and know that come
Hell or high water,
I will always be
here for you,
since down all these years,
through all these tears,
there is,
have been,
and are
none that compare
to you, or that love,
that showers me
every day;
she is the past,
and we are
tomorrow,
what will last;
and by the way,
I love you,
True.



July 15, 2009, for the Wifey.

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