After fifty three years, I never tired of looking at my wife, touching her, kissing her, and telling her How much I loved her. She has been gone now almost three years, I can’t touch her, see her, kiss, or hear her voice. I still tell her I love her and tell her good night..
I put it on the line and do what I love and above all have hope
If it was meant for me and it was meant to be
Then it’ll pay off like it’s supposed