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01/03/2014
Dr. Laura,
When my wife turned 40, I told her I had no intention of trading her in for two 20-year-olds. When she turned 75, I wrote her this:
75
When you look into a mirror, and have doubts about what you see,
Just remember that you have always been the only one for me.
I am not a sappy poet obsessed with romantic, rhythmic quirks,
But, like George Washington, I prefer to be judged not by words but by works.
Years ago when we were wed, I plighted to thee my troth,
And since then I deign to say that I have manifested no sloth,
On this earth there obviously exists a beautiful woman…or two,
But with all the distractions of this world, I have had eyes for only you.
With all of life’s sights, smells, sounds and all of God’s creations,
None can match the wonder of husband and wife relations.
The effects of gravity and friction on the body may take their toll,
But absolutely nothing can touch the beauty of your soul.
Though you may at times feel weak, and your bones begin to creak,
You may begin to wonder about some rejuvenation that you seek,
When you look into the mirror, and say, “Oh God, I’m 75!”,
Just remember that to me you’ll always be the most beautiful woman alive.
Whether we amble along a sidewalk or stroll on a beach’s sand,
You only need to reach out, and you’ll always find my hand.
If ever you are troubled, doubtful or worrisome of mind,
Just remember that I promised I would never leave you behind.
Even though we've become septuagenarians,
That doesn't mean we've also turned into contrarians.
There are so many things still left to see and do,
And I look forward to seeing and doing them all with you.
Chuck
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