My honey leaves me love notes

sprinkled through our home:

one is by the coffee pot

another in our room.

One tells me that he loves me

another says he sees

the “crazy shit” I’m going through

and in me he believes.

One tells me that I’m special

another lists beauty, sex and grace

notes of time together

and how I’ve got good taste.

There’s paper on the staircase

and post-its on the door

I hope he never stops

as I only want some more.

And so I write him poetry

that’s simple soft and sweet

so I can share my written words

for what he means to me.

I type it on my laptop

and I publish it on site

to let him know, I love him so

with every note he writes.


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