Twas more or less four years ago,
When Cupid raised his trusty bow,
And shot an arrow in the air
(That brought you to my northern lair.)
Since then we've had our ups and downs,
We've had our in-betweens,
Our home is filled with smiles and frowns
(And all those pesky teens.)
This verse will not go rambling on,
The way I sometimes do,
A few more lines and I'll be done
(And later, so will you.)
It's not one of my deeper rhymes,
With words of hope in darker times,
It's just a thing I wrote to say
I love you (and Happy Valentine's Day.)
(And I Feel Fine)
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I wrote what follows just under a year ago, at the start of the pandemic,
and never finished it. When I revisited the draft today, for the first time
since...
3 years ago