This poem, Is just for you; Like roses are red, And viloets are blue.
You're my inspiration,
My hopes, my dreams;
You're the stitch,
That holds this seam.
We fit like,
A hand and glove;
Wrapped up tight,
Filled with love.
You're special,
In everyway;
I'm glad we met,
That special day.
The morning sun,
Will always shine;
As long as I,
Can call you mine.
