White Day, The Ides of March

White Day, The Ides of March

I confess my deepest love
But this you already know.
The smile upon my face is real
Inside my happiness grows.

On this day so white with glee
The magic comes back to life
You know the joy I feel each day
comes from you, my loving my wife.

I know I put you through a lot
Now it’s time to have some fun.
This life provides us many shots:
I prefer golf to guns.

So here’s to goat farms by the sea
And photos of our days.
A life made full by passion’s kiss,
Art that cannot be delayed.

Turn off TV then throw it out
Come, hold hands with me.
Let’s re-invent what life’s about
Becoming all we’re meant to be.

 

 

 

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