"Ouch!", she cried, quite suddenly.
which altered, fast, the mood.
No more were we softly blurred
in misty shades, subdued.

Quickly, then, she yanked her arm
to vanquish, hence, the bug.

Back in snug Elysium,
I clutched her, firm and fast;
wanting so, to savor
ev'ry second it did last.

...Can't be certain if, again,
we'll ever share this pose.
So enjoy the moment,
as, the future, no one knows.

"There he is again!", she yelled.
The calm serenity
from our molding into one,
was shattered, ruthlessly!

Back, she jerked, her soothing arm,
from resting 'round my neck;
now, a high-strung catapult,
its quest, that biting speck.

Quick to thrash this demon, foe,
her arm moved like a shot!
"Can't this insect find another
leg to bite?", I thought.

But I really had no right to grouse or to be peeved. Hugs, e'en interrupted, beat no hugs at all received.

Another card which she sent me

And the day was filled with gifts;
so many, I can cite!
Little insects shan't reduce
my pleasure and delight.

I was blessed, throughout the day.
And now, I felt her touch.
Ev'ry second, I enjoyed
completely, Oh! so much.

Will this lead to " better " times?
This really matters, not.
Thankfulness for what we shared
is what, to stress, I ought.

For, we sometimes set our sights
beyond what we, now, hold,
thinking, when we reach that place,
we'll find our pot of gold.

Oft', I ponder all the hopes
and wishes that are mine;
trusting, soon, we'll closer move
and won't that then be fine.

Could next week, she then conclude
my presence does enthrall?
Hence, we'd be insep'prable
like Bogart and Bacall?

Whether such occurs or not
should never steal my gaze.
Lots of joy-filled moments
have been mine, these recent days.

And if, focus, do I, soley
on what's o'er the hill,
that which I'm receiving, now,
be undervalued, will.

What a shame, to be so blessed
and not appreciate;
thinking that contentment,
somewhere off, for me, might wait.

So, I try to focus on
the plusses on my list
and enjoy them, fully;
for as long as they exist.

Hence, I didn't curse the bug.
No gain in that reply.
I embraced, that, which we shared;
not, that which went awry.

And this prize was worthy
of my gratefullness, sincere.
...got to hold you tightly
and your voice I got to hear.