When We Tied The Knot
It was over thirty years ago.
On the day I knew I'd be your wife,
You were the love of my life.
On my hand I wore a nice ring.
To me, you were a king.
I knew you'd take good care of me.
The good in me you'd see.
You'd try to know how I'd feel
And show your love was real.
My life with you was new.
We knew our love was true.
Each time you'd look at me.
Love in your eyes I'd see.
When you'd say to me "baby" and "dear,"
Each word I'd love to hear.
I knew you had an open mind.
Love like ours not hard to find.
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Darla M Seely
I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks.
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Another very sweet poem, Darla. Just one question. On the last line, "Love like ours not hard to find." Did you mean to suggest that your love is common ("not hard to find") or rare ("is hard to find").