When we met,
I knew I loved you,
and that we would grow old.
I knew fifty years from now,
you'd still be the one,
I would want to hold.
All of a sudden,
all of the other women,
meant nothing to me.
You would be,
the only face,
I'd always want to see.
We'd start out at first,
never becoming board,
as we slow down together,
over time,
growing in the Lord.
I would build us a bench,
so at night,
we could look at the sky.
I would put my arm around you,
as the time passes by.
We may have,
our disagreements,
but we always smile,
in the end.
Not only are you my wife,
but you are also,
my best friend.
I'd always thank God,
for letting me be with you,
and when our time,
on earth is through,
in Heaven, our time,
will start anew
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2019 07:38
- Comment from author about the poem: And now abide hope, faith, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. Persistence is key
- Category: Love
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