She caught my eye as she whisked in the door. Once caught, they could not turn away. I turned to the friend sitting next to me and said, "That is the girl I am going to marry." By the end of the night I had scribbled my number in orange pencil on the back of a receipt, in hope she would call. The rest is history, but that is how our fairy tale began.
Over the years I have tried my hand at poetry, actually her hand too, as I wrote a poem on her hand the first time I said "I love you." In a recent international poll, it was found that in most countries 20-30% could not remember the last time they told their spouse "I love you." The US was at 21%. That's sad.
So, let's have a little fun today. Stole this idea from the book Six Word Memoirs on Love & Heartache. Using six words, no more and no less, express your love of someone of something.
C'mon don't be shy...let's write poetry together. Mine will start the comments.
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Across the room, I fell forever.
Mmmm, you smell like bacon, Honey!
music on, world off, worries fade
Life saving, loving eyes, gone forever.
We're going to have a what??
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