“Our Own”

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Every love poem is the same:

repetitive,

insensitive,

lacking anything appetitive.

“Your eyes are blue,

I love you”

But how could someone write something so plain?

For there is no one like my McLean.

Our love is nothing ordinary,

a blessing in the midst of February.

Words will never encapsulate my feelings for you,

my devotion will forever accrue. 

You are an eternal gift.

I could never ask for anything better, for there is none.

Regardless of our trying times, we will never be “done”.

I love you Joey,

forever and always.

Meow.

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