My Ashley is a honey of note
And finally, a chance to gloat!
He rubs my back, he smells my hair,
He spoils me rotten, a man so rare!
His food’s amazing, what a brilliant cook,
He curls up with me to read a book.
He holds my toes when my feet are cold,
He laughs at my jokes; says they’ll never get old.
He dries my tears by kissing my cheeks,
He hugs me tight; I could stay there for weeks.
So much love in his heart, and so eager to please,
My honey, my Ashley, is the B’s Knees!
By Dalene Ingham-Brown
