You never call me honey.
Or Sweetie, Cuddle-bunny.
We stride, stranger-like, on our walks.
You grumble that far too much, I talk.
Your snores could rival those of a lion.
Your pokey beard leaves me sighing.
.
But it’s all the other stuff you do,
That makes me forgive the ‘non-romantic’ you.
The tantalizing food and my birthday cake,
A hot bag when I have a migraine.
Long nights you waited up with our boy.
It’s the way you bring our daughter joy.
.
I can easily say that pure love is such.
Romantic evenings, nah, not so much.
Umpteen reasons why I love you, and more…
I shan’t show you this poem lest you call me a bore!
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Awesome awesome poem Natasha.
Thanks so much, Ketki.😍
This is so true.. felt like reading my story… love this
Fatema. Aww..same pinch dear.
Loved reading this poem
Thanks Pradnya
AWWWWW! The most beautiful declaration I have read. <3 <3
Thanks so much Moonmoon darling. I should re enter this one for Poattic 6…it is like a diary entry itself.
Yes, that’s pure love! Lovely poem, dear💚💚
Thanks so very much dear Pooja💚
This is simply superb. 💚 true love
Thanks so much Gowri dear
Peppy Nats !!! Show it to sailor boy….you are anything but a bore.
Now that I have finally created an account here, hope to go through more of your poems.
Thanks Itali. So glad to see you here. Cannot wait to read you. Do take part in Poattic 6 .
Deadline is Feb 14. Hurry.
I will show the poem to him on the 14th:)
Love that doesn’t show
Right, Sarita M’am:)
Ultimate 💚💚
Thank you, Sonali💚