inspired by the greatest ©
Right about now
he'd be saying
with cuteness....
he could never hide,
ooh what smells so good
with that smile
it filled me
with such pride.
No matter what
i cooked up:
he was so proud of me
and me of him
i shout out loud,
and even in my misery
i gotta still try to
make him proud.
So i write my poetry
for him
that he praised so much,
so my loving faron
will always know....
he has that magic touch.
For it was he
that inspired
and still does to this day,
his devotion is
so admired
that kind of
inspiration+devotion never goes away
for it comes from
the greatest love!
Copyright ©2011
with such honor inside
Sally
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