For My Love Poem by Chanda Robinson

There are days that we fight like
any marriage will do,
and sometimes I cry because of how
much I love you,
Our fights will never determine what
our future holds,
others may look at us and say
you both have it sold.
So we argue at times, maybe even yell out the room,
we even go about slamming the door only
to come back loving one more.
No matter how many fights we will ever have in our time
know that ill always still love you,
and youll always be mine.
In my eyes we are still the couple we are,
happily married and together forever...
In all that the best thing is....
we are in love.