This page is a shrine to the man I am proud to call my husband.

      (Many feminists are now shrieking with rage but I continue undaunted.)

      You stumble
      into my pre-planned life,
      a man.
      I don't want you,
      I don't need you,
      I've given up men for life.

      Don't get me wrong,
      you did nothing to get my attention,
      but walk by me.
      My eyes were drawn to the red tag on your jeans...
      Desire hits home with the force of an 18 wheeler.
      I'm up for that, no strings
      We talk, we drink, we play guitar
      What?
      No kiss goodnight?
      He loathes me, of course!
      The torture of a century lived in one week,
      Still no kiss.
      I finally come clean,
      "I'm interested"...SLAM!
      Has there been a more anticipated moment?
      Joy, elation, fear, excitement, passion, sweet sweat.
      A month later
      LOVE
      is spoken aloud,
      by you.
      LOVE? Me? You don't even know me!
      I pannic as realization hits me,
      like a tonne of bricks,
      I love you, but I don't admit it, it's too soon.
      I try scaring you off.
      No luck.
      I'm bowled over by your proposal,
      I tell all my deepest, darkest secrets first
      and thenwe are married.
      then apart, together, apart as life tosses us across the country.
      It took me 21 years to find you,
      shade of my soul.
      A kindred spirit to say the least.
      Your quiet strength makes me bold.
      I am free from a depression of 12 years
      Fortune shone on me the day I found my other self