To Mary Kay, my Valentine all year long!
In January could I love you less,
then February when love’s confessed?
Or what of March you’re still my bride,
And in April as we walk side by side?
In May shall not my love still show,
and in June will not my love still grow?
What of July the month we wed,
could I love you more in August instead?
Come September my love’s still yours
As the day we met on October Four.
And in November, the penultimate month
You’ll find my love is no less true
than in December
as I look foreword to
365 more days to say
I LOVE YOU!
To the best wife a guy could hope for,
Happy Valentines Day ya Butt Head!
My thoughts on the state of our union; and other things that matter to me.
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