Wednesday, February 16, 2011

My Casaova

I love my husband.
And I love knowing that he loves me.

He wrote this poem for me.

Love spoken but once is as the ineffectual prayer.
In times of deep emotion its song is heard but soon forgotten.
This is not what I seek.
Our love. My love. As the faithful heart will always find joy in its song.
For it sings of you.
And knows in your love it has found home.

And he got me flowers. 
Can I get a collective awww?! :)

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