Every wall I paint .
Every floor I scrub.
Every time I move
a piece of furniture
to discover treasures untold.
You are there.
You are in every crevice of my life.
Every bead of my sweat.
And every drop of my tears.
You are part of my work
and part of my day.
The reason for laughter
and for my need of silence.
You make every labor
one of love.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
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Good.......... actually fantastically wonderful.
ReplyDeleteawww.. thank you.
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