Our love is like:

     A potter and his clay

     With each new adition

     The piece gains shape.

     When he struggles

     He never gives up on it.

     With the tiniest press of his thumb,

     Definition and Personality come to life.

     The fires harden it and lock every aspect together

     Paints are added for excitement and appeal.

     A glaze only strengthens it.

     With each use

     Memories are created.

     Forever the potter remembers

     His wonderful creation.

Our love is like:

     A budding rose.

     Though it starts out young and small

     Petals continue to sprout.

     Even through harsh weathers,

     It grows more and more beautiful 

     Day by day.

BUT our love is also different from these things. 

It will not craxk or chip

Like the potter's clay.

Differing from the rose

It will not die or fade away.

Our love is like:

     Us.

     Funny.

     Colorful.

     Exotic.

     Smart.

     Exciting.

     Handsom.

     Erotic.

     Idealistic.

     Strong.

     Memorable.

     Insane.

     And only together

     Is it perfect.

Forever & Always

Always & Forever

Though the flower's life is fleeting

It brings joy to all whom behold it's beauty

Mankind's role model

They are all we can hope to be

An artist with his easel

With what few breaths he has

Only wants his art to be known

To allow his feeling to flow unto others

A soldier with his duty

In a very dangerous world

Tries to bring his country freedom

And honor to his family

A mother with her children

The hectic life she leads

Raises her children as best she is able

Hoping to prepare them to be all that they can

We all have our dreams

And a short amount of time to realize them

If only we could just be as flowers

Sitting prettily in the yard

Oh Belly Lump

How I love you

A product of liebe

Between two

We could not have asked

For a better gift

A (hopefully) sweet girl

To share our life with

You make our family complete

With the promise of joy you bring

The sound of laughter

And the pitter-patter

…Wow I really want ice cream

With some Kiwi

I hate those freaky fruit with fur

I can’t believe I crave them

Ow! Don’t kick that!

I can’t wait ‘til you get out of me

You mean little beast

Just wait for Daddy

Give him your squirms and kicks

Let me rest

But we love you none the less

Our beautiful baby.