Four years and counting
You did not quip a pick-up line like other guys would do
You did not even say hello you just smiled the way you do.
I called your name and you came close, you winced in tummy pain
You’ve eaten much that Christmas night, your face –I can’t explain.
I was at work that very time, you asked if you could come
I got you meds which you did take and gladly said your ‘Thanks’.
We shyly did exchange some words, and laughed a little loud
Wasn’t sure of how I looked or acted with you around.
You said that time, I looked so thin and my hair a tangled mess
You said I needed feeding and my skin was not so great.
I said you looked addicted to some dope or something less,
Not even captivating to sweep me off my feet.
I’m laughing now, as I write this, about the time we met
I never thought we would be friends and more than friends indeed,
Just funny how I turned my back and said, “I don’t like you!”
When all the while, was fighting hard just not to fall for you.
I thank you for the funny socks to keep me warm at night
For roses on my birthdays, for “love pigs” I delight.
For placing comb in every bag, for hugging when I’m sad
For cooking ‘till I gained more weight, something you want so bad.
I miss our church together, our long walks in the night
You, singing me my favorite songs it really felt so right.
You always paid attention, to my stories and may rants
You know exactly days we shared including all the months.
It’s been four years and counting our love has grown so deep
I will hold on to good mem’ries we’ve thousands more to keep.
I wouldn’t mind to count the years, the future I foresee,
As Browning said, “Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.”
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