


I love you more than watching what I like on TV.
I love you more than getting my own way.
I love you more than a clean house.
I love you more than sleeping in.
I love you more than dark chocolate . . . with roasted pecans. . . . ok, maybe not with the pecans.

OK - today's extemporaneous Lurve Poem:
I love warm
warm, cozy, snug
cuddled like a bug
cocoa in a mug
chili in my tum
mitten on my thumb
toes not numb
warm.
2 comments:
Yay! Happy you like this new blog. And I really like this poem. Wish I could send some of our warm your way. I hate cold toes! xx
I am all about the warm.
Might even want some hot right now.
Anything but all this cold.
Great poem.
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