Over Time Poem by Djean Whitney

He liked me,
so he asked me out,
I liked him,
so we dated,
we grow close.
He fell in love with me,
so he asked me to marry him.
I loved him but,
we had plans,
that sent us diffrent ways.
We keept in touch,
we drifted apart,
we met up,
we becam friends
we started to hold hands,
we grow close,
we fell in love agen,
he aske ne to marry him.
We got married,
we wanted kids
a year flow by
but, I could not provid.
We spent years tring to adopt,
we found the for pirfect kids.
We finly had the family we longd to hold
but, things started to unfold.
He got sick,
we got sad.
We looked for a doctor that could help,
we found one,
he got better but,
we were told it wouldent last for ever
we keept our spirets high,
we would not let them die,
we always wonted to cry.
There were only a few mounts,
there was'nt a lot of time,
there was only twanty nine.
He will always be mine,
we will all be fine,
over time.