Who are you
husband or friend?
Does it matter
in the end?
Are you spouse
or soul mate?
Either way’s fine
I won’t debate
Who do I
tell secrets to?
Well my dear
it’s only you
Who holds me
when I cry?
Who knows when
I don’t try?
Who’s the one
that sees me
for what I am
and can be?
Who loves me
just the way
that I am
on any day?
I can make
no good excuse
for my past
there’s no use
But the present’s
yours and mine
may our lives
be forever entwined
I love you Mark
’til death does part
what no man could
right from the start!
Teresa Marie 11/18/11
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2011/11/poetry-picnic-week-14-what-im-thankful.html