Our love isn’t found in the three simple words “I love you”
It’s your actions that makes my heart beat to the lovers drum.
The way you care with all you are.
No only when it’s easy but even more so when it’s hard.
The world is full of red roses and flowers but true love isn’t found in these things.
It’s the fresh cup of coffee you leave quietly for me each morning as you wake to the children.
It’s the popping out to the shop when you are tired and just want to relax.
It’s the way you raise your daughters, with so much love and understanding.
Taxi service and cash point with only a little scowl.
True love is staying quiet when you know i’m being unfair.
Or when you simply haven’t a clue what started my rage.
Listening to the same old worries because i’m struggling to reach a decision.
Or listen to the same old stories because I’m simply harping on.
Loving is when its too hard,
When your heart is broken and your soul is screaming no more.
Finding the strength to be brave when I cannot.
Holding me night after night as I cry into the early hours.
Watching my missing as you ache also.
True love is painting my toe nails on a ward full of laughing nurses.
Of holding my hair as I vomit into the toilet bowl.
Of changing hundreds of dirty bums without more than the occassional moan.
The acceptance of the being the porta loo changer even though I had said we would share.
True love is loving me before i knew how to love myself.
Teaching me that promises do get kept.
Of being my constant in a world that keeps changing.
True Love is you my dear husband.
From that first bar room meeting nearly 20 years ago.
You have been my everything.
Happy Valentine’s Dear Alan.
Heres to a lifetime of me driving you slowly insane.
My friend, my lover, my heart.
I love you, today, tomorrow, forever. xxxx
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