I had heard romance dies once you marry but I wonder why these things are said.
I had heard romance dies once you marry,
but I wonder why these things are said.
Perhaps some people's hearts grow wary,
or they let life's poison invade their head.
My husband still sends me bouquets of flowers,
and I appreciate each token of his affection.
I could spend each day and endless hours,
unconcerned that I might feel his rejection.
There is a bliss remembering the joy we feel,
and come to cherish the love we do share.
Words can bruise the heart, but words can also heal,
but ultimately we have to be the ones who care.
I hear love has become a dream so obscure,
but my heart senses love growing more each day.
There is a tenderness, a warmth in this love secure,
and I pray others can possess these things someday.