If I loved you as you love me and me as I love you,

you'd start each day with one red rose caressed by morning dew.

I would hustle to my car as you assaulted your teeth;

secretly hiding a robin's egg, blade of grass or leaf

noted with analogy tying it to you and me,

not signed so a secret admirer could drive you crazy.

If I cherished you as you do me and me as I you,

there'd be nowhere that you could hide from me if you felt blue.

When you suddenly took sick I'd leave work to nurse nurse,

with each pill valentine heart candy with its tiny verse.

Lack of sleep or food , even bank trouble I would not fear.

My lifemate bought gallons of gas that had nothing to wear.

Abstract love and cherished theory are not enough Janie;

There are 3 more which I adore that keep my harmony.

When you're old, grey,and darting between sleep and consciousness

wondering why we never were, know you were truly blessed.

Who wants fourth place in ardor's race behind my trilogy?

The medalists, regretfully, are I, myself, and me.