9/5/09

like June

the one who bears the rose,
may not be the one
that you might have chose,
but in the center of all,
that is the one that you hold close,
the one that your heart knows,
the one that crinkles your nose,
that curls your pretty toes;
that's the one,
who makes you feel undone,
like you were awakened
too soon:
the one who makes Winter
feel like June.



September 5, 2009, for the Wifey, upon whom I cannot possibly heap enough praise, and love, and everything that one heaps upon such a majestic woman.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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