To the Most Important Man in my Life

That same old thing

that has become routine,

please don't mistake for boring.

For something perfect

can't be fixed and changed,

or it may become, to us, estranged.

I'm addicted.

I like predicted.

Routine is good.

Without,

withdrawal sets in.

I fall apart.

It is the stitching

that holds together

my broken heart.

So, will you be my valentine

for the twenty-seventh time

in a row?

I don't know

how to express,

this I must confess,

so I stick to the routine,

the same old thing,

hoping

I'm not boring

to the most important man in my life.

I feel lucky to be your wife.

Happy Valentine's Day

by:  Paula D. Nevison