To my wife, my life my turtle dove.
I love you more and more it seems.
I love you more than pork and beans.
My wife found a box of junk from my childhood days including some old poems and such from my young teen angst years - some about girls (but never sent). She asked why I never write HER poems. So - I wrote her this:
“Roses are red,
Daffodils are yellow,
I love you more
than mixed fruit Jello”.
Lucky for me she puts up with a lot!