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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