A Writer's Valentine
I love you in the morning, I love you at night.
I love you every time you finally get it right.
I love to coo with you. I love to chew with you
And always make things new with you.
You’re the song I sing, you’re the bells I ring.
Especially your ding, ding, ding a ling.
My lust you ignite as you take out the trash,
Or unplug the toilet, or hand me some cash.
You’re hunky and cute as a great big bug.
How I love your fur whenever we hug.
Your hair salt and pepper, your wrinkles so dear,
With you by my side, there’s nothing to fear.
When we dance the salsa I practically swoon.
Take me, big guy, take me real soon.
I know I’m not easy to live with, it’s true.
I’m a writer, I freak, it’s what writers do.
Alone at our keys we clack and we clack,
Then sigh, delete and send it all back.
We moan and we holler our angst to the walls.
Send it out? That would really take balls.
We’re ego and fear shelled in a nut,
While at home we can be a true pain the...
But stay with me, Sweetheart, I’ll beg and I’ll grovel
At least till I finish and sell my next novel.
Just kidding. I love you and always will.
And I’ll try my best not to be such a pill.
Creating ain’t easy, ask anyone here.
We all need support and a kick in the rear.
From the one we love most, that I know.
Your care and patience give me the go.
Come here, baby, take the dark from my mind.
Kiss me real gentle and pat my behind,
And send me back to my writing cave
Reminding me always to push save.
And I’ll write some words that ring out clear
Each one dedicated to you, my dear.
This is my Valentine, this is my song.
I’ll love you good, and I’ll love you long.
As long as the rivers that run to the sea.
You and me, Sweetheart, you and me.
