Girl, when I met you, I wasn’t good at this stuff, letting my river run free. But then, dam, girl; the water broke me. My red river flows through, the silence inside became my beautiful deep blue sea. At first, words flowed a little bit crazy, poetically love seemed a little sideways, maybe. This real love story, God gets the glory. This is not the end, love’s ink drips poetic from the heart, a love right for you and me—of what’s yet to be. Sweet lady, my love could never be hazy; to see loving you was never once crazy. Your love flows soft and sweet, my love beats strong and steady. You will always be my May flower, my sweet honey bee, the butterfly wings still fluttering the inside of me. To my heart, your love said I do, inked forever my honey be.
May 28th, 2026, the celebration of my wife and I’s 38th wedding anniversary.
*** I haven’t been online much this week, spending a little time offline this week, but will be back to catch up with everyone’s heart next week. ***
WCR
A Love Story! 