I’m truly grateful,
I can’t complain.
The love that we share,
has infected my brain.
Precious sweet love,
others can’t find.
But we managed to find it,
it’s crazy and blind.
I’m not saying at all,
that our love is weird.
But if it was alive,
it’d have horns and a beard.
The bottom line is
I love you and care.
We certainly make,
a wacky old pair.
You kiss like a monkey,
allow me to share.
When you get upset,
you scream like a bear.
All jokes aside,
I love you my dear.
I know you shall serve me,
for the rest of the year.
By Sian Mein
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