45. Roses are Red

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This is the part where I'm supposed to sum up in two short lines how I feel about my husband. It could be done, I suppose, but it would hardly be adequate. Jay is so much more than eight syllables. He is my companion, my friend, my lover, my protector, my laughter, my joy, my partner, my provider, my sounding board, my therapist, my teammate, my cheerleader, my helpmeet, my sweetheart. How could I wrap all of that up into one short couplet and feel satisfied? How could I ever write or do enough to show him what he means to me or how much I love him? I couldn't. 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Aren't enough words

For I Love You