He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he makes me dinner every night.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But when I’m feeling blue,
He’ll put my favorite record on
To make me smile.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he sweeps every Sunday,
So I don’t have to aggravate my allergies.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But when I’ve had a bad day,
He makes me a margarita
With organic cane sugar
And freshly squeezed lemons and limes.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he knows how to make me laugh—
Big, belly laughs.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he’ll get up first and feed the pups,
So I can sleep a little longer.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he helps our son with his math homework.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he does dishes almost every day.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he listens when I need to talk.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he forgives me when
I get angry or overwhelmed
And lash out.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he’s seen me at my worst,
And he sticks with me.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he is kind,
And patient,
And caring.

He doesn’t bring me flowers,
But he shows me that he loves me,
Every single day.

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Author: Yoli Ramazzina

Image: Pixabay; author’s own