When the road ahead
Seems dark and dreary,
That's when our faith kicks in.
Donna, my dear, it should be quite clear
To anyone who has watched you trot
An inchworm you, indeed are not.
For despite your sensitivity,
The following poem was written in December 1978 as a letter accompanying a Christmas gift of a gold bracelet to my wife.
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Oh, deck the halls with boughs of holly,
For tis the season to be jolly.
Alas, this season my spouse did reason
That a hot toddy
Dear Vivian: 'With this ring I thee wed! '
Recall those words, sincerely said?
Since that day, ten years have passed
And the tides of time have gently lashed