This poem was written while I was away traveling
and Mariellen was at home sanding floors.
you need to know this or the poem sounds stupid...
All this week as I slept in some bed,
I thought in my head.
of you, in what should be my bed.
My heart surely warms to the thought of your
charms, held tightly in arms.
A week spent relaxed with nothing to do,
and no you is really quite boring.
A week spent with you and nothing to do,
would be so much like soaring!
If I could feel your arms I wouldn't even mind
a week sanding old flooring.
Oh to see ypu today would surely make my day,
but it is with much sorrow that I wait for tomorrow.
Towmorrow I climb in the big painted dove
and fly home to my love.
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