I love the newness of life from our younger years,
I love the sweet tears the first time I saw you cry,
I love the childish days of innocent mistakes,
I love the careless ways as we let time slip by.
I love the closeness after we had our first fight,
I love the sadness felt when away from my dove,
I love the tender touch of your soft hand in mine,
I love the gentle rain the day we fell in love.
I love the early days when we were in our youth,
I love the beauty that you have brought to my life,
I love the childlike glow in your warm, gentle smile,
I love the cherished moments of you as my wife.
As I think of our lives and all we have gone through,
Still, my dear Angel... I love growing old with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem