A Love Story

A long time ago, A boy met a Lady, They Danced and drank and met up daily, Laughter filled their lungs, as they acted a little crazy, Soon time began to fly by lately, Although in their 20s they dreaded turning eighty, One day a ring appeared in the boy’s hand, rather shaky, Please my darling girl marry me Baby, The wedding was merry, and full with friends and family, And of course the best matey, The boy became a man the day he held his first baby, Life was grand and as sweet as the ocean and sand, Although the couple prayed daily life became rather racy, And here we are my dear husband, Mi. Lady, Although a few memories have become a little hazy, They remain each year in my heart filling it with gayety, And my love remains like the blooms of a fresh daisy.