i recently came upon a poem, well, rather a limerick, that i wrote to my husband, then boyfriend, two months after meeting him. needless to say, the fact that he didn’t run screaming for the hills of northern virginia after reading it is a true testament to how wonderful he is…
you’ll notice in the poem that he and i at this rather infant stage of our relationship already had little nicknames for one another…sip (me) and flo (him). don’t ask.
just enjoy the dorkiness. and perhaps take it as inspiration to write a similar, perhaps more eloquent, poem for your sweetie-pie…
Ode to Flo
There once was a girl from the West,
A peach of a gal! Just the best!
A Master’s Degree
And a vision to see
When in business attire she is dressed.
“Sip’s the name,” she did say,
With a flick of her hair in that way,
That she practiced at Heaven
When, round quarter past eleven,
She found Flo, whom she loves to this day.
You see, Flo was a helluva fella
Witty! Brilliant! Que bella!
Sip finally found her match
When Flo she did catch
She sings his praises a cappella
So here’s to my dear sweetie, Flo
Who will probably never quite know
The extent of affection
Aimed in his direction
Sip’s once and only true beau.