Happy Valentine’s Day
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Second holiday of the year
With our son, our newborn dear
Magical forest your dark hazel eyes
Who knew we’d have an angel in disguise
You’re his and mine
Our stars have aligned
So thankful I am for you
There’s nothing I won’t do
So eat and sleep, sweet love
There’s nothing I’m more proud of
For you have made this holiday
Surpassing a thousand bouquets
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Not for me and you, two love birds
The feel of your skin and hair
How I love when we’re all bare
With every breath I take
I’m overwhelmed with a sweet ache
Covering you with endless kisses
Enthralled to be your missus
Forever my love you’ll be
You fill my being with glee
There is no sensation
Or exhilaration
That comes close
To the love that flows
Between me and you
One from two
A high that is so much
Just feeling your strong touch
For those of you who don’t already know this, the New Yorker is giving the public three months (about two months as of today) of free content. So read to your heart’s content, folks. And don’t forget about the love story collection.
