Jenny, Jennie, Jennee my love
As mean as a tiger, as soft as a dove.
12 years has brought us here
Some years with laughter, some with fear.
On that day, like babies we wed
When weve been apart, the world we did dread.
Usually for better, at times for the worst.
My Life without out you call me a Hurst.
at night my feet reach out for you to find.
12 years of growing up together,
through issues and tissues we've stood against the weather.
I'll hold your hand in years to come,
I'll kiss your lips and squeeze your bum.
I'll always work hard enough to pay our bills
To buy you presents, you don't want with all the frills.
Happy #12 My Jennee, My love,
As mean as a tiger, as soft as a dove.
--Michael Allan--
December 27th 2008

December 27,1996

