Michelle Tiddy (28/10/70 / Staffordshire, England)
I sometimes wonder what I've done to deserve you
What special act I must have committed
That God allowed me to have your love
It has stood strong over all these years
Even after everything I've put you through
You're still there for me, always...
I've caused you untold pain which hurts me
Because you are special, unwaivering
In your devotion for me, my wonderful friend
You've seen me mad, angry and spiteful
Watched me throw your clothes out of the window
And you've always forgiven me, why?
You've seen me through hard times
Lifted my chin when my spirits were low
Massaged my feet, easing life's burdens
You know me inside out, know how I tick
Know how to make me smile, and you gave me
Something incredibly special, our child...
The road hasn't always been easy for us
Most of that is my fault, I know
I am always amazed by your commitment
My love for you is very, very deep
I have many, many faults and scars
You accept everything, seeing the good in me
We 'match', we really do, it's strange that..
We share the same goals, enjoy the same things
Understand each others fears and dreams
I want to thank you my love for being you
For never listening to me, leaving the cap
Off the toothpaste tube and the loo seat up
For traipsing in the mud, for burning dinner
For getting drunk and falling asleep
For kissing me every morning before you leave
For 14 years I have been blessed with this man
Sometimes I don't appreciate him and his efforts
Sometimes I look for the greener grass..
Then, I sit back, look and really see
That there is no-one better in this World
For me, he loves me, what more can I say?
His devotion to our son is astounding
His fathering is simply magical and true
Today they were painting, pictures and faces.....
So, once again I thank God from my soul
For this man, who makes me truly whole
As I watch the two boys in my life.....
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