What is it with us?
In the same place all day,
Me playing croquet,
Mary doing the teas and coffees.
A match that lasted most of the day,
Great fun was had in the match,
A team of jovial players
Leading to a great time,
A great time on the lawns.
I would be with her between games
But we missed each other,
The closeness we have is indescribable.
We love each other so much
And need to be close,
Close with each other all the time.
Once we got home all was fine
We could be in each other’s arms
And cuddle the evening away.
We do not understand,
Not understand why we are like this.
Mary loved her David,
As I did my Joyce,
Married for many years
And they both passed,
Passed from this earth.
And then Mary and I met
And the love we have for each other
Is so different,
So unique and so strong.
We just do not understand,
A couple in their mid-seventies
Reacting like young people,
Young people in love,
And all we can say to each other
Is “I love you”
And that just does not seem enough,
Not seem enough for how we feel
How we feel about each other.
We just do not understand,
But it is wonderful.