somewhat naive,
not knowing about life
and its ups and downs,
only wanting to know love.
He was young too,
not so naive,
life for him had been
more demanding.
more difficult.
We married and began
our life,
a new life, a good life.
Together we made plans
and strived to make them
our reality.
Together we loved, cried,
laughed, worked,
argued & made-up, and
then loved some more.
Time and happenings
caused us to mature,
to be more knowing
of our surroundings,
of each other,
of our likes & dislikes,
of our joys and sorrows;
we were not so naive anymore.
Yet in the midst of all the
doings & undoings of life,
we continued loving,
some days less,
most days more.
Today I’m not so young,
I know a bit more about life & love,
the sacrifices & rewards,
the disappointments,
the satisfactions,
the companionship.
Most of all,
I am glad to have met him,
I am glad to have loved him.
With him, I know my life
has been so much better.
