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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.

Reach Maggie by email to comment: magpie@svtv.com