'Love is the love to the end, is the same take to the good wife.'

Dinner is done, I wandered up facebook, suddenly pops up message boards to the status of his wife, her comment a poem by that name very hoot: Fiery city.

Curious, I click on the link, see what's the poem's content, while watching my wife what the comment below. Turns out, it was a love poem. "Well, his wife turns out to still very romantic," I think silently, watching her comment.

"Love is the love to the end, is the same take to the good wife," as his wife I quote two sentences in this poem, then the letters T, with little heart shape. See this comment, I know my wife expertise with this poem, also T, I I'm sure middle names. Lovely wife too, turned out at she also remembered me. In my heart suddenly surges up fun, xao pinky.

My wife now still lúi the kitchen, near the húi 8 and then that she was still cleaning the wash, just enlist for clothes into the washing machine just wipe the glass and gas cookers. My son sit and watch a movie in the living room, you slice the slices again run down her legs nũng hug "Mama, so long, yet still up playing with the" gentle massage to the head wife, son mum, "wait, small children up to play with Daddy, right mom?", stale Reads back excitedly jumping foot flute up home.

I just realized, this turned out to be his long loads of mind too, just eat as I climb into the bedroom, read newspapers, never concerned his wife what to do, I never wash the bowl for my wife, I always regarded it as a woman's job. Even, there are times his wife was ill, I was lazy to Cook, put his son, and then eating the way buy porridge for my wife. And recall the times I am unwell, worried wives all turned to take me, packed the chicken porridge, porridge breakfast meat perilla, perilla said she is very good, cold, though not fast wants also to try. Yesterday night woke up, saw her hands on the forehead I see I still have a fever does not, how many days I sick as much the day she didn't have a good sleep.

Love is the love to the end ... (Artwork)

Wife, you selfish and no too. You must realize this sooner, I have to share with my wife more. The old days at love, he promised to take care of, love your wife, that taken together about it, he didn't do this promise to you. So that his wife had never called upon than a Word, still silently British father care, afford everything in this little family. Wife, children properly is the most wonderful woman in the uk.

I'm down to the kitchen, clutching her lumbar. Beatifull wife bit startled, and then stood silent in my arms, I only I could craft into the ear of his wife, "honey, turns out I'm that good hard like that. You're no didn't realize sooner, from now will not let me suffer disadvantage as such again ".=

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