This weeks Sunday Sonnet is dedicated to the love of my life, ahead of our 2 year anniversary tomorrow. Thank you Annie, for everything.
I can’t imagine growing old,
With anyone but you.
Our story is of love untold;
Our tales told are true.
I haven’t seen a shining light,
That burns quite like your hair.
The days roll by, we say goodnight;
I know you’re always there.
I never need to worry; still,
I find a simple way.
But when I’m feeling extra ill,
You get me through the day.
I’ll carry yours, you carry mine;
We’ll make it there in our own time.