The way you looked at me at first,
you look at me, still.
Those tender eyes that warmed my heart,
stir and warm me, still.
The way your soul would speak to me,
speaks so sweetly, still.
The patience you displayed to me,
endures with me, still.
And after nineteen years with you,
you amaze me, still.
Wow. I love this Marie.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shauna. It warms my heart to see that you are out here reading.
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