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By Maggie Hecht
(a valentine for Larry)
He started out with roses-they symbolized his love.
I was shattered when he met me, and I thank the Lord above
For sending someone patient...for sending someone kind
For sending someone sure enough that I would change my mind.
He picked up broken pieces and he handled them with care
I had to learn to trust again...to know that he'd be there.
The years have passed so quickly-thirty one this year
Not always smooth, I tell you...but each one I hold dear.
The roses still continue, and I love them just the same
But more important than the roses are the things more hard to name
The way he takes my hand when he sees I'm getting tired-
It's not to make me feel inept or for him to be admired
It's simply that he understands without a single clue
And gives me strength with just a smile to help me make it through.
It's the way he'll dig my flowerbeds when I know he'd rather be
Asleep in his recliner chair in front of the TV
The way he overworks himself, and never makes me feel
That I have failed to share the load that MS made so real.
It's a thousand other little things that make me love him so
It's so much more than roses....it's his love that makes me grow.
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