Our love doesn’t take the form of a heart.

It’s more chair shaped.


Even footed.


Helps someone stand to new heights.

It’s where inspiration starts

And a hard day’s work ends.

Our love is likely a wooden chair.

Made of earthly things.



Likely stained, but only to bring out more beauty.

Likely sanded, but still able to splinter.

No, a heart shape will never do, to represent our love, Deary.

Too squishy. An impractical design.

How would it stand up on its own?

Our love is relevant.

Quite literally: brought to the table.


Softly impressed over time.

A keepsake in the family tale.