Poem for her 814
Dear Readers,
Shuffled cards
Sitting there at a table cards in hand
We play a game we invented
The game looks like another
Feels like it too
Yet only played by us two
So there is the score pad
Filled with numbers and lines
The big Heart is her
I'm labeled as me
There the candle burns low
The dawn is just now showing
We'd played all night
We'd been enjoying the free time
Sleep would arrive soon
The weeks of games laced with flowers
Made from dried petals and ribbon
There on the green table clothe
In a vase by the hot mint tea
From fresh mint sprigs
Shuffled cards on the night stand
Pillows fluffed
Hair out of ponytails
Spread on the pillows
Us side by side
Slumbering off the mid summer day
Happy Birthday Babe,
Charles.
Shuffled cards
Sitting there at a table cards in hand
We play a game we invented
The game looks like another
Feels like it too
Yet only played by us two
So there is the score pad
Filled with numbers and lines
The big Heart is her
I'm labeled as me
There the candle burns low
The dawn is just now showing
We'd played all night
We'd been enjoying the free time
Sleep would arrive soon
The weeks of games laced with flowers
Made from dried petals and ribbon
There on the green table clothe
In a vase by the hot mint tea
From fresh mint sprigs
Shuffled cards on the night stand
Pillows fluffed
Hair out of ponytails
Spread on the pillows
Us side by side
Slumbering off the mid summer day
Happy Birthday Babe,
Charles.
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