I love my husband.

I'll never forget.

I remember clearly

When at first we met.

My eyes soon met his

And his eyes met mine.

The smile on his face

Was simply divine.

My main problem was

That he was with Jude.

How could I win him

Without being rude?

She had huge breasts,

Bigger than mine.

Her skin was flawless,

Her lips sweet as wine.

She had shapely legs,

Not at all like mine.

They are like clothes pegs

Or fishermen's twine.

Her blond hair was striking,

She looked like Doris Day.

She seemed to adore him

In her own special way. 

She had brought her pussy

It did look so cuddly.

She was keeping it warm.

It liked to be snuggly.

I was stuck with Roger

But just for that night.

He was a draft dodger.

He did not want to fight.

He was Romeo's friend

Not really my date.

I wished not to offend.

I'd just met him of late.

When Jude wasn't watching

Romeo glanced my way.

He was really handsome.

I could honestly say.

He was dark and tall

And seemed to not mind

My being so small.

I sensed he was kind.

He told us a joke.

Which was so funny.

He winked as he spoke.

His smile was sunny.

I liked his dry wit.

I knew he would fit

My vision of a man

With his glorious tan.

After forty-seven years,

I am glad he's still mine.

I'm writing this poem

For his Valentine.

A/N Revisited February 10, 2018

A/N Revisited February 11, 2019

A/N Reposted February 17, 2019

A/N Revisited  February 10, 2020

A/N  Revisited February 1, 2021      

A/N  Revisited February 13, 2023

A/N Revisited February 13, 2024

  Although my dear husband sadly passed away in 2016  at which point we had been so happily married for 49 1/2 years, my love for him will always remain true. Consequently, I like to share this special poem with you as I remember him each Valentine's Day. Incidentally, he loved the poem and supported my publishing it so I will be delighted if you will enjoy reading  or rereading it (as will be the case for my faithful followers). I purposely do not update it because I want it to remain as he knew it. Thank you for your understanding. : ) ~ Gail

   I sincerely hope that one day Roger and or Jude (Judy) will discover and read this poem, then contact me. It would be wonderful to share so many stories of what happened to each of us over the years. Although neither Roger nor Jude live locally,  it really is a small world these days and surely someone will help to reconnect us. How exciting it would be!   Feb. 1. 2021  ~ Gail