I love you in spite of, not because of & because you love me in spite of, not because of too.
I love that you love me more with each passing year as my hair turns grey & starts to grow in strange places.
I love that you’re the first person I want to share things with, that you’ll listen & tell me the truth no matter how much it hurts.
I love that you’re the person I measure myself against & I’m glad you don’t do the same.
I love that you walk to the beat of your own drum, however off key & odd it may sound.
I love that you laugh at our mistakes & accept that we’ll make plenty more.
I love that you love me more with each passing year as my hair turns grey & starts to grow in strange places.
I love that you’re the first person I want to share things with, that you’ll listen & tell me the truth no matter how much it hurts.
I love that you’re the person I measure myself against & I’m glad you don’t do the same.
I love that you walk to the beat of your own drum, however off key & odd it may sound.
I love that you laugh at our mistakes & accept that we’ll make plenty more.
I love the fact that we keep to ourselves & don't feel a need to be with others.
I love that you know me better than anybody & that you never use it against me.
I love that you love me in times of madness, that you hold tight & ride out the storm.
I love you…..you’re my best friend, you’re the best friend I’ll ever have.
I love that you know me better than anybody & that you never use it against me.
I love that you love me in times of madness, that you hold tight & ride out the storm.
I love you…..you’re my best friend, you’re the best friend I’ll ever have.
1 comment:
That's beautiful. What was his response to this poem?
Your appreciation of him is beautiful, and so is his understanding of you.
I feel I can relate to what you wrote. Something about reading the thoughts of a wife's appreciation to her husband's support is comforting.
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