I drew a picture--scribbles for sure
He hung it up
On the refrigerator door.
He could have said
"This is no good,"
And my childish heart would know it's true.
I also wrote a note--in crayon
I made a mess
Of what I meant to say.
A wordless attempt
With letters askew
But He chose to read it, "I love you."
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