I wrote this in 2006 inspired by my husband’s parents.

Many of us speculate
Why and how these two met
She was always literature’s mate
he was very well unread
But still these two started
A very fruitful fairytale
One without castles
Or a tall, tall bed
But one that would blossom
Into a lovely romance
that would bring me
my special somebody

I like that they were opposites when it came to literature. Then there’s that realistic chance of becoming passionate about new things. For me, it’s cooking.
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