My Suzy wrote all of these for me. She is and always will be my Valentine.
True Love
True love?My boi in a dress
hating it, for me
True love?
My girls holding hands
untainted, big smiles
True love?
My lover’s touch
no reason, just cuz
True love?
My imps trying so hard
little ladies, unnatural
True love?
My eyes leaking pure joy
watching, adoring
First Taste
She plucked mefrom amongst the others
Like Eve plucked the apple
from amongst the blossoms
Juice ran down Eve’s chin
when she took that first bite
Now my juices run free
sweet as the first taste
of forbidden fruit
She that saved me from myself
granted me the right to love
and made me her altar
as she became my goddess.
Morning
Cat stretching;sleepy eyes open.
Drowsy smile
crosses cherished lips.
Tousled morning hair
plays across her face.
Innate rapture
aglow.
In her arms
I partake of love.
And of course, I am going to include my favorite poem she ever wrote.
Frog Princess
Like a princess who kisses frogs,just because they are beautiful;
my life is for few.
As a square peg in a world of rounds;
the rare fit is sweeter.
Fewer chances; greater risks.
The kiss did once work magic.
No prince appeared;
the princess became the frog.
Now square pegs fit perfectly;
two frog princesses frolicking in the pond.


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Comments
Thank you for sharing these with us. Thank you for staying.
Thank you for sharing this small piece of you and her with us
Rated.
R
How lovely that Suzy shared it with you and how kind of you to share it with us, Amy.
And avatars with comments are hilarious.
Cubist (huh?) masterpieces (huh?) alright.
I'm no easel guy.
I made kitchen furniture.
Mennonites come for bread.
Some come to sponge mead.
I soak kitchen sponge in rum.
tease.
silly day.
glad alive.
beautiful.
Thanks, Amy. These are exquisite, and I understand why "Frog Princess" would be your favorite.