Last evening outside my door
He grabbed me in his big arms
There my spirit does soar
Surrounded by his strong charms

Whispered he was glad
I felt so much better
No longer mean to me and I'm not sad
Have to tell him in this letter

His sweet manly care
Is my main reason for living
Breathing for the moments we share
To be touching and giving

Giggles from his 16 year old brat
In fading jeans and a braid
Who for him took care of that
48 year old woman her depression made.

11/11/2004 0820 cj

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