Munich Munchkin

 

 

Munich munchen munchkin,
there’s nothing better than kissing my pumpkin;
Softer than a bed of roses,
it is to rest my head on her lap
while we watch more episodes,
and talk about all the mishaps;

I could not have imagined a better birthday,
Than what I had in store that day;
the day you baked for me so special,
a cake exactly to my mention;
You always know what I might need,
before I pay it myself some heed;
Whether it’s a cozy night-in and snuggles,
or a lovingly cooked morning breakfast and massage so gentle;

It might have seemed like it was the pretzel,
that was the reward of our walk out and about,
but not for a moment did I think it true,
for the reward was the journey,
it was my hands in yours and us just walking through,
Parks and cities and forests and mountains,
secretly I love all our minor (and major) detours;

If anything this trip made me feel in truth,
It wasn’t that I have a secret sweet-tooth;
rather it was that I want to hold on to you in our silly moments,
smile or fear or dark or bright in health or in sickness,
and that I can’t wait to live out all our years with my princess