47 Years. . .

 May God give us many more happy, healthy years together.

Happy 47th
I Love You, Jerry.

It was such a pretty day we decided to

take a walk,

And we had not gone ten steps

before I knew

That you and I are long past

the point of no return.

Hand in hand we go

Still close, still loving,

Still looking and overlooking

The flaws we hide from others.

Side by side we move,

Sometimes closer, sometimes farther apart

Because of ways we read and talk,

Agree and disagree.

Step by step we advance

Against the cynics,

Those all-knowing unknowings who honestly think

Marriage is dead.

But how can marriage be dead

In a world I choose to walk with you?

How can marriage be dead,

So long as we still seek, still cling,

still want each other?

So at this corner of our life,

Stop and listen to me now, my love,

I still seek,

I still cling,

I still want

To walk the rest of the way with you.

In this uncertain world

This much I know for certain:

I still love you.

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