[Douglas G. Brown]

The night I first laid eyes on you,
You hesitantly looked at me.
Fate must have deemed our love was true;
We danced in the kitchen from supper to three.

At making love ... mere amateurs,
And now that ember barely glows;
But in out hearts the flame endures
As still we remember those passionate throes.

Our kids have grown and moved away;
Careers we cherished, laid to rest.
If starting over, I would say
I'd do it again, since you are the best.

There's no disgrace in falling ill,
And growing old is not a crime,
When every dawn repeats the thrill
Of dancing in the kitchen that very first time.