Three Poem by james d nall,jr

We first met, when both of us was three
You came out to the sandbox to play with me
Our mothers were watching us close as they could
Making absolutely sure we were being good
Through the years we became more than friends
Even more so when our school year ends
Walking hand in hand or arm in arm
Both overwhelmed by the others charm
Who'd have thought after all these years
We still be together, quelling each others fears
The perfect love, could it really be?
Thats what we'd say if you ask her or me
How long will it last, do you know?
Till the day God tells us, its time to go
Is there some change in your past, you'd like to see
Yes, I would have liked to meet her before
She was three