he buys groceries

and sometimes, flowers.

he chops wood and carries it in,

and cleans my car off when it’s cold.

he brings me wine, and chocolate,

and he still hasn’t guessed

how much i love him.

he’s not perfect.

nor am i.


but every so often, together, we get there.

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