Love Like This

Love like this

To michael

She stands with wind blown hair.
And dirty muddy hands from working all day.
He stands smiling.
Why do you smile I ask.
You think I look funny dont you?
He remains smiling.
I start to become aggitated because he dont say anything.
He just stands there smiling at me.
He finally says Im happy
And I think you are so very beautiful,
I am so glad that your my wife.
I just stood there dumbfounded.
I said to myself I never thought I’d ever
find love like this.

Robin Annette Connon

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