The Perfect Life

It's the life we all want...
For days we were there without any care, about what our lives would become, whether I was smart or whether I was dumb, I still believe you are the one.

After four years of affair with love, the words that were calling for me the words that meant the world to me, you purposed, and said will you be my wife, and will you let me hold you every night.

I said yes and we were married with in a couple of months, and we had three kids, what a clever bunch.

Our life was perfect, and with no fights even when I refused to wear those tights you like, you always respected me and that I could always see, and forever we lived happily.

By Catherine Prider
Published: 2/16/2007
Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Your Comments:
Your Name:
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
Recipient Email Address:
 Separate multiple email addresses by ;
Your Name:
Your Email Address: