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Do you love me?

Do you love my L’oreal hair, my uncut

toenails, my uneven stance — my dreams unmet

by life’s gift of unseen chance?

Do you love me for me –you say you do? 

Including my lack of high-heeled shoes, of satin sheets

and romantic nights – just me your wife – who talks to much

and collects stuffed bears – does that bother you? Do you care?

I have stood in front of this mirror for years, and look behind

with you still there — the face the form redefined –

What makes our love remain?  Do you love me dear? 

I love you too,

but right now I need to do my hair —-



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