Dear Jared:You’ve been working so hard, while I’ve been here at home getting fat on chocolate ice cream and mashed potatoes. I feel bad when you get out of bed at 4am just so you can get some quiet hours in at the office. How can I make it up to you? Please let me know.
How about this? Let me write you a poem. Is that a start?
Stella’s groove has got nothin’ on your groove.
You have the right footwork, I love the way you move.
24 hours in a day just don’t suffice.
I need more than that so I can properly thank you twice.
For working your magic.
And making sure our life isn’t tragic.
I’ve just got to let you know.
You keep things so raw and I’m never letting you go.
Love,
Jamie
1 comment:
thats a great poem, your talented. I wish I could say stuff like that to Aaron. Hope your feeling good still, its getting close.
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