The cycle of love and married life
Forty-Seven Years By Franklin Price 12/21/2016 Forty-seven years of marriage And love transitioning I look back on with memories And what true love would bring When we met, began as friends No spousal thoughts were there Had bonding with each other Friendship, to love and care Love with passion to begin Always to feel the touch Anywhere at any time There never was too much As time went by and life went on Responsibility would change Our daughter growing older It was time to rearrange Love for three instead of two Readjustment was a must To make a love and life for all A relationship to trust Got her through school and college Now she's married on her own We now have two granddaughters Who are raised and mostly grown The love's still there, was meant to be, From that start long ago, My wife is still the one I love There is no doubt, I know Retired now, we live alone The love for us; no end Best friends and sometimes lovers On each other to depend
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