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A Poem For You
"Sparkle sparkle my sweet love,
You're my angel from above,
In your eyes I see the light,
Shining bright throughout the night,
Sparkle sparkle my sweet love,
You're the one I'm dreaming of.
Cuddle cuddle close to me,
You're as lovely as can be,
When you smile my heart takes flight,
Everything feels warm and bright,
Cuddle cuddle close to me,
Perfect love is what we'll be.
Kiss me kiss me tender dear,
Whisper sweetly in my ear,
Hold me tight and hold me near,
With you I have nothing to fear,
Kiss me kiss me tender dear,
Forever love is crystal clear."
HAAAPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY MY AMAZING BOOMBABYSHOOMSHOOM!
The big TWO-OH! You are officially an ancient, wise, and absolutely STUNNING 20-year-old. I’m so glad I’ve been with you for the entire, ridiculous ride from 19 to 20. If I’m being honest, I still can’t believe you’re mine, you beautiful, magnificent chaos creator.
The Best Year of My Life (NOT REALLY, MY DOG DIED, BUT YOU ARE THE BEST PART OF IT)
Seriously, if someone had told me 2.something years ago how much joy was about to get dumped on my life, I wouldn't have believed them. This past year with you has been, hands down, the best year of my life. I’m taking ZERO arguments there. OTHER than my dog dying. That was rough and I am not over it but YOU MADE IT BARABLE!
Every little moment with you is the main ingredient in my happiness. Every stupid joke on the metro where we almost fall over laughing, every time you put in genuine visible effort to make me feel happy, every cuddle (WHICH WE NEED MORE OF, PLEASE). You make games that I find boring, enjoyable, and you make my life, which was, you know, just life, feel like a confetti party.
Every single time I catch you doing that cute nose thing when you’re happy, or that eyebrow thing when I say something unexpected, it makes my heart do a proper tap-dance routine in my ribs. You’re my therapist-in-crime, my personal comedian, and the only person who gets my weird sense of humor (even the ones about bad puns. They’re amazing, by the way). You’re the reason I get out of bed every. Damn. Day.
My Forever Mandate
I don’t just love you dearly; I love you to the point where it threatens to overwhelm my brain’s processing power. You are THE best thing that has ever happened to me. And because you make me feel this intensely happy, I have a new mandate for you:
LISTEN UP, IDIOT.
This is not a suggestion. This is not up for debate. This is a forever and ever and every parallel universe sort of thing. You are stuck with me, and I am stuck with you, for the rest of time. You’re not allowed to un-anniversary me, un-Valentine me, or un-birthday me. HAH!
Get absolutely cherished, you beautiful fuckhead. Watchu gonna do? Whimper stop?! GET KISSED!
I love you in every way, in every form, in every lifetime. Happy 20th Birthday, my everything. Here’s to writing the next chapter together, hand-in-hand, giggling all the way.
MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Always and always yours,
Your hopelessly smitten, forever-stuck puppy.
NOW. POEM TIME. THIS IS GHONNA BE FUNNY BECAUSE I USED ALL BRAIN FOR EVERYTHING ELSE, AS YOU CAN SEE.
Too Much Utility
Oh, the Fork was quite proper and prim,
With tines all in line, neat and trim.
The Spoon, she was round,
Never making a sound,
And her etiquette never was dim.
They met on a Tuesday, for dinner,
The Fork felt his love growing inner.
The Spoon gave a gleam,
Like a bright, silver dream,
"I think," thought the Fork, "I could win her!"
Their courtship was swift, quite the sprint,
Though their families gave them a squint.
"A Fork and a Spoon?
Why, they'll never commune!
Their functions are quite different, hint!"
But love, as you know, finds a way,
And they wed on a sweet, sunny day.
With a clink and a clatter,
(Ignoring the chatter),
They knew they'd be happy, hip-hip-hooray!
Then came their sweet bundle of joy,
A delightful new girl or a boy.
With tines for the grip,
And a scoop on the tip,
They named their dear baby a Spork, deploy!
The Spork was confusing and grand,
A mix of the sea and the land.
It could pierce and then hold,
A sight to behold!
The best multi-tool in the land!
The Fork and the Spoon smiled so bright,
Their little Spork helped day and night.
He'd scoop up the stew,
Then skewer too,
Their odd little family felt right!
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Until the next big thing!