The very first time I saw her,
that girlish laugh, the sparkle
in her deep brown eyes, the
quick, graceful movements
of her step, I knew… as did she…
it was love at first sight.
She glanced my way and a shy
smile she did display.
Not a word of French did I speak,
but that did not discourage me, for
a dictionary I would quickly seek.
We soon became good friends, days
came and days went, and before long
matrimony joined us forever together
as one. She was surely God sent.
We loved and lived for fifty three years,
then one cold day in November a gossamer
winged angel quietly took her away.
The rest of my days will be long and the nights
will be cold and lonely. But when I recall that
far off land and that first day with that beautiful
young girl, and the sound of that the girlish laugh
and the sparkle in her deep brown eyes, my tears
will melt into a loving smile, for she has been the
love of my life for all those years and all those