To Ken, Love Barbie...

Remember when you named me Barbie?

I was your 6 ft hottie with the black Barbie body...

And you?

You were -and still are- my Ken.





















Young, wise, thoughtful and kind-
body like Adonis and genius in the mind.

Caring, responsible, strong and sweet,
hard working, honest- You're a precious commodity!

Do you remember crayons at the table-
and rocket science lessons?

Rice paper letters-
and hidden musical messages?

Long talks past midnite-
and melodies by candlelight?

I still feel the tender way you held my hand,
as we stood in the middle of the floor to dance.

Thoughts mingle, minds intertwine,
our exchange is so fluid-
the feeling so sublime...

As we dip and swirl
on our mental dance floor-
I feel like a grown woman...





















while knowing I'm your baby-
even if it's just for tonight.

The timber of your voice is more than bliss-
when compliments fall from your lips.

Your airplane has become my favorite too-
and every time "the mouse" moves,
I think of you...

If I had to tell a secret I guess it would be:

You'll always be my Ken. :*

Love,

Barbie