To Karen

Valentine Day, 1999

Our love

Like a red, red rose
In its promise
For the future
Our future.

But not like the rose
That will fade and crumble;
A rose crafted of silk
A rose for forever
A rose like our love.

Not a fake
But a replica
A symbol
Of undying love.

Forever is a mighty word.
Forever is the only right word.
Forever is our love.

It will not crumble with time;
It might get a bit dusty,
But that can be easily fixed.

Especially since we are both
So very interested
In taking care of it.

I love you, Karen.
Doug