My Darling, <br />My Love, <br />My Everything, <br />This is Number One Hundred. <br />I told you that I'd reach it, and I have. <br />This will be a long one, <br />But I hope it says everything it needs to, <br />I hope ink lands quicker than tears. <br /> <br />This whole century of writing is for you, <br />You own every penny in this poetic pound, <br />So at this literary boiling point, <br />I want you to know <br /> <br />That a century is just the start; I'll write for you for millennia to come. <br />That a pound is small change; I want to make you rich. <br />That Hell, high water, hot water, can do their worst; this love will endure. <br /> <br />This is the truth that all can see, <br />But only you will ever know, <br />Will ever truly know, <br />The eternal honesty I write about. <br /> <br />And these numbers: <br /> <br />126 <br />1071 <br />8 <br />25 <br />17 <br />100 <br /> <br />Only mean anything to you and I and us alone. <br />Love in numerical exclusivity. <br />Let me count the ways... <br /> <br />You may be one man, but one is all that this one needs, <br />Or maybe even just a half, as long as you have half of me. <br /> <br />So know that this is a milestone, <br />A reminder of what's yet to come, <br />A promise for longevity, <br />A poem for you to read and believe, <br />A poem for you. <br /> <br />Number One Hundred. <br />You have my heart, and <br />I love you.<br /><br />Annie Jane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/number-100/
