October 4, 2008
Dear Mr. Smithsonian Hudsonini,
How lucky I am to be your Mrs.
You are a muse to all the finest of flowers.
Your laugh nourishes their blossoming like morning rain showers.
You make kisses so tender and sweet, such a sensuous delite
I crave full courses of you to satiate my appetite.
You know how to get down, and how to get back up.
With tea in the morning always filling our cups.
Your music is the finest and so are all your tastes.
You take care of our mother, making little waste.
Your hands do the work of doctors, healing the sick and weary
Powerful Qi flows through you. I can feel it clearly.
There is no one else like you in the entire world.
You are are courageously genuine. Your beauty continues to unfurl.
What a wonderful surprise to meet you here looking eye to eye,
our spirits finding home together in the swirl of space and time.
Remember our hearts harmony the first time that we played?
We've tried different rhythms but in sync we've always stayed
What a classic romantic hit we are.
We'll be playing for years as super-love stars
I love our music and our dance, our peace and passion fire.
A fun loving life with you is the answer to my soul's deepest desire.
