Your arms are stronger than the words of the Gettysburg
Address
Yet soft and warm as clothes in a dryer.
And your eyes--bluer than Boston in a World Series,
Deeper than the stack of papers on my desk.
Your voice rings like the phone in the middle of dinner,
It bubbles in me like milk blown through a straw.
How much do I love you?
More than a fire loves oxygen.
More than the mailman loves Sundays.
More than the Rabbit loves Trix.
