
I've heard it said by poets that romance is for the young,
That the thrill of kiss and touch declines with age;
But I think that only poets in their unenlightened years
Would commit such false ideas to the page.
We met so many years ago, and how I loved you then,
How soon you were the center of my life;
How much I dreamed, how much I prayed that you would love me too,
That one day I would love you as my wife.
And so at last it came to pass, just fifty years ago,
Then day by day you made my love increase,
And instead of passion withering as we surrendered youth
The fire of youth burned on without surcease.
I loved you then, I love you now, my Darling, my true love,
You still remain the center of my life!
I can't imagine how I could survive without you now,
For I love you, how I love you!
And I thank you, how I thank you!
For the fifty wondrous years you've been my wife.