As I come to the end of my Love Month I dedicate this post to my "Man" Dan. Dan has always supported my Love Month habit. Dan is my driver late at night when I tie balloons in the trees at my friends houses. He doesn't flinch when the VISA statement comes in March. He reads me "La Reina", my absolute favorite poem by Pablo Neruda, in Spanish. He dances with me in the kitchen and compliments the decorations I display in our home in February, even the feathered heart wreath. He happily accompanies me to our annual parties and dates. On a daily basis he tries to ignore my faults and chooses to concentrate on my strengths. He tells me often that I am beautiful and he means it. I'm a very lucky girl.
Time after time
I tell myself that I'm
so lucky to be loving you.
So lucky to be
the one you run to see
in the evening when the day is through.
I only know what I know
the passing years will show
you've kept my love so young, so new.
And time after time
you'll hear me say that I'm
so lucky
to be
loving
you.
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