Married In 1971
We got married on October tenth of nineteen seventy-one.
We had a great honeymoon, lots of giggling, and a lot of fun.
We actually eloped, and were married by a really nice judge.
I wore a brown velvet dress, the color of caramel fudge.
I thought that life could never ever be better than this.
No one got upset if we cuddled, nestled or wanted a kiss.
There was a lot of cuddling, and kissing, and other stuff too.
We had lots of fun, alone, in a cabin in sweet Kalamazoo.
We had no idea back then that we would be married forever.
We went in to it thinking it would be a rather short endeavor.
I do not think at age nineteen you think about ever being old.
We were happy together, as you can see, this tale now told.
I think we spoke of children, and thought they would almost be small.
I know we remarked on my shortness as he is quite tall.
We told stories, ate potato chips and laughed about lots of stuff.
Whatever we had in common that day, it really must have been enough.
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