after 35 years...

‘Dave’(or ‘12 words that rhyme’)

I married a man named Dave…
his heart to me he gave;
my qualities, he’ll rave…
but football is his ‘fav’,
which drives me to the grave.

He taught me how to save
& tries hard to behave,
to make the road a pave,
but he’d rather live in a cave.

He’s somewhat of a knave,
with 'golfcart' he's quite brave
but through it all...I crave,
the man I married…Dave.

.........

After 35 years...and a few tears...

despite the fears...

...we’re both still heres...

(I’m on a roll...hee)

Love from ‘Priscill’

(or 7 words that rhyme)whose love is real...who pays the bill(s)
and buys the meal(s)...does what she will

tells how she feel(s)...but here’s the deal...

her love is real.