If I were crazed, ran around and forgot my name, would you love me?
If I were sane, composed in looks and none to blame, would you love me?
If I looked strange, wild and ravaged with a mane, would you love me?
If I looked the same, normal and blending with no shame, would you love me?
If I am all, each and every without fall, would you love me?
I ask, because I am as I say; I am all, each and every day.
– Brittany Rose
Author’s notes: If you couldn’t tell, I am really happy today. If you also couldn’t tell, my rhymes are very “Dr. Sues-y” today! Yesterday was mine and D’s 11 months together; he has seen my good days and horribly terrifying days, and none-the-less, he has loved me endlessly. He rocks all those crazy socks.
Post script: the use of “mane” is no exaggeration to my hair when mixed with extreme humidity and lack of sleep — just saying.