Bryan Dean (Poetry)

We match our crutches wheelchairs and braces...

We match our dreams & hopes that keep us together...

We match our scars and multiple surgeries pain and uncertainty...

Our imperfections we share which make us a perfect gimpy pair... ...

Our imperfections that don't matter because we truly love each other...

We match in a perfectly gimpy way... It's not being gimpy that keeps us

strong it's our bond we've developed and nurtured over time...

When I look at you I don't see the Crutches-Braces or wheelchair

I see the man I love who's strong and courageous, loving and true...

The man I want by my side who loves it when I say... It's Fate Baby...

I torture you endlessly, we both love that....

It will be 10 weeks of friendship & laughter....

Love that only gets better with each passing hour..

Tara Schaub 2011