My Love, My Friend

He is not perfect, I am not either, but we connect, he is a keeper. He does not let go, no matter how angry I get. Our love continues to grow, and we have few regrets. Together through heartache and tears, his opinion is what matters most in my life. As we travel through the years, I want to be a good wife. To me he is the best, I thank God that death is not the end. When I go to my eternal rest, in Heaven I will see my love, my friend. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!