Love Grows Up

My smiling Cedric sings to me. He's loud and often gets off key. I just don't care cuz he's so fine! We can't date yet. We're only nine. ******************* We’re nineteen. Cedric’s still the one. Our wedding plans, we have begun. Although he sings to me sometime, I know our life will be sublime! ******************* My Cedric often sings to me and--Bless him!—still can’t find the key. No other man could be so fine. Our years of marriage? Twenty-nine. posted January 31, 2018 (revised, added 3rd stanza, September 1, 2018) February 11, 2018, entered in Cecelia-Hopkins Drewer's Valentines Day Poetry contest September 1, 2018, entered in Michelle Faulkner's Still the One Contest