In our youth, and in our beauty,
though soon those will fade;
I will love you until the end,
up until my final day.

No need for an alter,
no need to take a wedding vow;
We are married in our hearts,
(though your Mom would have a cow!)

I'll love you when you're sick,
and when your hair is turning gray;
I'll love you when you're wrinkled,
and when you can't remember my birthday.

You think it's tough to decide,
on what you shall wear?
How about going to a doctor,
that doesn't promote Medicare!

When all my sight is gone,
and my teeth come in a glass;
I'll love you 'till the end,
even if I'm a pain in the, well, bottom.

When I can't remember squat,
be sure not to stray too far;
I'm sure I will give you a kiss,
and I won't be under par.

Let's get old together,
so that we don't have to pretend;
Even if you're old and wrinkled,
I'll be there until the end.

02/28/2002

Author's Note: This is, I think, one of the cutest poems I've written. I've gotten a lot of positive feed back on this, and I think it is well deserved.

Posted on 02/28/2002
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