I wrote a poem for my precious spouse:
The sun rises in your face and eyes
I see you with light in your face and eyes
And sometimes the light is brighter than others.
Despite the mushroom clouds of error and doubt
I need the knowledge that you care and will be there
How I long to run my fingers in your hairrrrrr
Sweet baby Babboo, Oh babboo, darling
Can you write to me alone first? I love you babboo
When the sun is not going to go that way, oh baby
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Let me know you love me and then we will grow.
