A Toast
It was their 50th wedding anniversary
A truly memorable milepost
when, near the end of the evening,
the husband stood up to deliver a toast…
I was recently asked when was the first time I fell in love with my wife, he began
and I have to admit…that’s difficult to say…
the answer’s not as simple as you might expect
as there are many first times…every day
The first time I see her in the morning,
The first time she utters my name
The first time I see her smile
I always feel the same.
I don’t understand how it happens
but from the first time that we met
and every first time after
It’s a feeling I’ll never forget.
The first time we touch, the first kiss of the day
The first time she looks into my eyes
The first time she speaks, the first time she sings
The first time she laughs…or she cries.
Love is a magical feeling
It is subjective and difficult to explain
but I feel it every first time I see her
In my heart,
In my soul
In my brain.
I’m sure I loved her from the first time we met…he said raising his glass
by the way my legs went numb
so here’s to that very first time
and all the first times to come
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2019
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