My Husband, My Passion
Passion through years does grow anew,
when tangled, are emotions, soft.
Respect is held, with trust, aloft.
Seeing more beyond, to value.
Your eyes held mine, that's how I knew,
what became of the years that fly.
They were stepping stones , as whereby,
our years together, passion grew.
Mere words can not give justice to,
the joy in our life's adventures.
From that first kiss when love matures.
George, you are my passion renewed.
Inspired for the Linda Marie's contest, PASSION PIT
Placement: 3rd
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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