Thursday, January 13, 2011

Painful Poetry






I want to shovel the snowbank before you come outside.

I want to do it so you won't have to.

I go nuts with my purple snow shovel.

I wipe that snowbank out of existence.

I get it done in just the nick of time.

And you come out smiling.


But now my body refuses to move.

Now I have a large pain everywhere.

Now I feel like I am going to die.

I may just die.

I blame you.

It's your fault I love you so much that I want to shovel a giant bank of snow for you.

That's all you.


Why do I love you so much?

Why am I in this much pain?

Love hurts sometimes.


7 comments:

  1. Oh, you poor thing! Love hurts! We've got a lot of snow here too...over a foot.

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  2. Michele, you did it this time. You made that gorgeous man. Is he recyclable? If he is I want him hehe! Sweet poem - Hugs Nat

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  3. Drugs! Drugs are the answer! I heart shoveling too, but it sure can be a pain in the body. Rest up lovebird. I'm sure it will snow again next week.

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  4. Lovely words, Michele. And too funny! Great photo, too.

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  5. What a valentine for your handsome man! Sweet and funny and oddly touching. I'll bet he never looks at that purple snow shovel quite the same again :)

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