She sits at his feet,
She follows him around.
Comes when he calls
And loves to play ball.
She brings him his slippers
He says, “My good dog, Skipper.”
As I suspect, he thinks she is perfect.
She knows he’s the master,
But I say, “What a disaster.”
I will never sit at his feet
Or follow him around.
I don’t come when he calls,
Or even play ball.
As you suspect, I’m not perfect,
But I don’t care.
I’m sure he knows,
And is aware,
I have another love too.
He is there when I call,
He hates to play ball,
He remembers
Everything I say,
He will never stray.
My faithful love,
I have him hooked,
Yes, his name
is
Notebook.
So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate.
Matthew 19:6
Friends, I know this is a silly poem about a husband and wife, but please remember a marriage relationship is very special. No other relationship, not with parent or child or friend, is to supersede the bond between husband and wife. Marriage is a commitment made to God and your partner. Ask the LORD to help you to always be faithful and in love with your spouse.
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Our notebook is amazing, always there, and a great listener.
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