A poem I wrote to Michelle a few years ago on our anniversary…
A Beautiful Flower
I first noticed you much as a man hurrying along a sidewalk notices a flower.
I thought, “Now, there is something pretty.”
The next time I passed, I slowed down and observed,
“Now, there is something vibrant.”
Then came the divine nudge to stop and truly take note of the flower.
I did, and I realized,
“Now, there is someone beautiful.”
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