Husband you're not perfect, and yet you make me smile.
You break more things than fix them, but you make my life worthwhile.
I often steal the covers, and leave you cold in bed,
you never grouse about it, you're just that kind of friend.
You worry about me always, if I'm tired, sad or ill.
You want me to be happy and with you I always will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem