Forty-seven years should count for something.
Forty-seven
precious years of staunch fidelity,
Support
and devotion to you, my one and only,
A
constant, steadfast case of loyalty.
I’d
like to say we’ve had a pretty good run,
More
than many,
More
than most. More to come.
Want
so much for us to age together,
And
this is much too soon.
Much
too soon.
You
have been my one true life companion,
And
I your ever-faithful devotee.
Through
shifting tides we’ve
Traversed
restless oceans
And
stood our ground with fierce integrity.
And
I will be there when the battle’s over
To
take your hand and keep you safe and warm.
A
loyal friend, a faithful true companion
Offering
calm shelter from the storm.
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