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Love Poem for Lovey

For Lovey

Love from the outside
EL-OH-VEE-EEE
It's a smile, a touch
and vows spoken over rings.
Love from the inside
is hearts, butterflies,
fingers entwined
bodies side by side
through good and bad
colds, headaches...
I can breathe again!
Love is standards...
family get togethers,
Sunday morning laziness,
discussions over food,
giggles in bed,
"we are out of toilet paper,
get some please."
Love is figurative...
humble pie, simmering spices,
and whipped cream on top!
Love is pins and needles,
walking on eggshells,
a balancing act...
Two humans on a high wire
attention to the center of the ring!
A plunge into the net!
Someone there to help you back to solid ground
and cheers as you raise your hands in glory.
Take a bow together,
Teamwork!
Victories and losses
silence...laughter...strong words
and much patience.
Have a good day. 
Tell me what's wrong!
The complaint department is open,
it's a judgment free zone,
day after day
compromise vs. stubbornness.
Dinner at the table
munchies on the couch
who has the remote?
Through seasons of Netflix and weather
adventures too many to mention
walls erected and chipped away
Two people
one love
a home wherever they go.

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