I remember my meeting her first
She was tender and slim
Her attractive smile was adorable
Her steppings were queenly
She was like a heavenly angel
I fell on my kneels
Craving for her love
At first she refused but I persisted
At last she concurred
Before long we were at the altar
Obtaining licence to make her mine
After long years of being one
Going through thick and thin together
My love for her is waxing sronger
She has been a great mother
She has been a wonderful queen
She is my comfort
She is my consolation
Although our ages are tall
Our togetherness are long
We are stricken in age
I still adore her more than before
She remains my love for ever
She is is still my love
What a wonderful dedication! A love that is waxing with years is something worthy of emulation by all, especially the new generation! I loved reading this!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooo I still love the poem, i also pray that my proposed lady also accept and apply to a more my technical and tactical arena of mine so that the remaining obtuseness of her can be chiseled away