I could gush about flowers, gifts and stuff but this is the real deal, the cut version.
A Real Life Love Story
Our love is a lifetime of devotion.
Tested and torn, tattered and glued.
Deserving of its own dictionary definition.
All ingredients in a dramatic romantic stew.
We were seasoned by prior loved ones,
Who shared children and marriage vows.
Gun shy and duty bound, now maybe a little fun.
Karma came along, desire was aroused.
The beginning was sweet playtime.
We double dated, tiptoed sexy suspense.
“Why does he see in that dumb blonde?”
I’ve got the look, brains and essence.
It took a marathon of determination.
To finally get on the same soul train.
Children and exes, jobs and obstruction.
Worth it, together alone; a splendid love domain.
A trial run of five years, sharing kids, balancing.
Love, a 2am police call, teen tears in backseat,
Not mine or yours just working problems out.
Four boys; advice, sex, friends, dope, noise.
Holding my hand as needles pierce me.
I see my face in your tears for shared pain.
A relationship, much more than chemistry.
Handling a chronic illness takes its strain.
And the years go rolling by, says Harry Chapin.
My going on disability, caring for, burying parents.
Send two boys to serve, came back changed men.
Proud but sad for the problems not envisioned.
Watching our sons graduate, fall in love.
Grandchildren came along, one by one.
Our legacy carries on, sun keeps rising up.
The circle is unbroken, faces simply change.
One day, we will have to part ways.
Because that is the way it all ends.
In this time, on this earth, always remember.
You alone, always; my lover, forever friend.
To Kurt from Kathie
I remember and treasure all the roses, jewelry, lovemaking, vacations, cards and marriage vows too. Thank you for always being there through the pain, joy, wrinkles, laughter, tears and real life stories.
Happy Valentine’s Day and many more!