Honey
After 51 years of cleaving,
Loving, and sharing;
After 51 years of believing,
Giving, and receiving;
After 51 years of never quitting;
Never leaving; never forsaking;
After 51 years of 'I do', here we are,
By prayer and the good Graces of The
Lord, still breathing, and still together.
After 51 years, I still see and taste
The honey I saw in Your heart 51 years ago.
The honey in you still makes you sweet.
In a few more days, a new number will arrive.
I will pause, smile, and look into your eyes.
With all my love, I will say, Happy Birthday!
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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