You’re My Fravit  

 

(a typewriter poem)

 

I can’t quite believe how much you love me

how much you understand

hold my hand

            band together

   stand

I can’t believe

          how well you know me

it sometimes throws me

       at a loss for words

I am constantly, consistently amazed

    that you insist on loving me

that you tell me

     “You’re my fravit”

                      that you love me to bits

                      that we fit so well

that you would walk through hell for me

I can’t believe how forgiving you are

how far you would go for me

the mountains you would climb

to tell me

          “You’re my fravit”

 

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