Poem for her 454

Dear Reader,



Spring number two


The trip was planned the bows made
The singing arranged and your dress
Was great and you looked awesome
Then the doorbell rang and you asked
Who could that be, so out to it you went
The box was there but no one was there
The box had your name on it and a Paw
The print of the Paw you knew but not
Who this secret admirer was but you smiled
The box was inside the box and then
You opened the box only to find another
But this one was red and silky smooth
Then you smiled and suspected you knew
The contents weren't that but something
So much better that you laughed out loud
The day was then filled with Our laughter
The ability I said was to be Your Soul


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.