Hon,
First it was, “I love you, Honey,”
When, at first, we wed.
I told it to you constantly,
It was eloquently said.
Then it was: “Love you, Honey,”
After a month or two or so.
I called it everyday to you,
That I loved you, you did know.
Next I bid you “Honey”
Before I would go out.
You knew it meant “I love you,”
The words you went without.
Now it has been shortened more,
Bitten down to quick,
I’ll tell you “Hon” forever now,
Even when I’m sick.
~ Dear
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Hon,
First it was, “I love you, Honey,”
When, at first, we wed.
I told it to you constantly,
It was eloquently said.
Then it was: “Love you, Honey,”
After a month or two or so.
I called it everyday to you,
That I loved you, you did know.
Next I bid you “Honey”
Before I would go out.
You knew it meant “I love you,”
The words you went without.
Now it has been shortened more,
Bitten down to quick,
I’ll tell you “Hon” forever now,
Even when I’m sick.
~ Dear
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