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Michael has written me a lot of poems since we've met. I kept his chicken scratched, hand written scrawled pages all together with an elastic band for safe keeping and the night we got engaged, he presented me with a bound book of all his poems. The romantic, old soul in me still loves the originals.

He writes them in minutes and I gaze at him in amazement. He is so talented, wonderful, gifted and kind. Oh, and he loves me so.

Here is one from a couple of years ago. Most don't rhyme. This is a rare one that does.

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return."

All things Wendy

is alright with me.

you see....

I had it every other way

every other day

when I kept to myself

because I was all by myself.

And those were the days I'd sooner not remember

from May through December

the dark nights kept me awake

and for my sake

I'd rather let those memories fade

all until that one fateful day

more like a moment...

when my heart was stolen and I allowed it that way

since it was her who took it

Then October changed months

and I had a hunch

And have had one ever since

Consider that my hint

Because for it to be all things Wendy

she needs one more thing

Some call it love

others reckon it a ring

So here I am

on bended knee

and this is my plea...

To my love, a love for the ages

A woman who changed my life

I ask if you'll continue to amaze me

to make me smile and continue to change me

from this day on, I want you to be

my wife.