The One I Call My Hun Poem by eve Taylor

The One I Call My Hun



He sleeps,

he wakes,

of life he makes,

the best of days,

in many ways,

providingly giving,

sunrise till sunset,

then again,

and again,

till he's all in,

never letting out,

without a doubt,

day after day,

night after night,

through the hardness,

through the fun,

he is the one,

I call my Hun.

Sunday, November 4, 2018
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