This Love Of Mine Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

This love of mine possesses awe-inspiring beauty,
So much area to gaze at, so many wonders to see.
This love of mine is steaming hot at times,
At other times, she is bone-chilling cold.
In me this love inspires plentiful rhymes.
No other could take her place, truth be told.
Others may offer cozy comfy warmth all the year 'round,
And never give me the 'cold shoulder', but I don't care.
I love this love best when she's at her coldest, when actual ice can be found.
The dissenters may grouch all they want, their complaints air.
There are others they may love, those that can suit their palate.
Me, I'm not going anywhere, you won't hear me rant.
The only thing about my love that I hate,
Is that sometimes, she is too hot. But I can't,
I won't complain, I refuse to be a dissenter.
Nobody's perfect, we all have our flaws, things about ourselves we don't like.
I try not to place my love's imperfections at the center
Of my attention. Any vocal complaints I have made, I would like to strike
Off of the record. After all, it is over her rivers and through her woods
To my families' homes I go. So relaxing it is to travel
Her countryside roads and see her lush, green valleys, it is so good
To be a lover of hers. So, let the verdict be as the judge bangs his gavel:
Michigan is tops! I'll say it again and again,
Michigan! Michigan! Michigan!