Is This Love?

love grows and matures- from a crush to a love note to dating to marriage. But there's always a question in the back of ones mind... is it real?

Is this love?

Were you sent from above?

Do I have a chance,

In this first romance?

 

Love me-

Hold me tight,

For the rest of the night.

I'll be all right-

Let's never fight,

You're the love of my life.

 

Since the day we met,

My friends made a bet,

You and I would be set-

For a while.

 

So there I was,

On bended knee,

With this tiny little plea-

To be mine.

 

That was long ago,

So long that we're so old.

And as I see our grandkids getting so bold-

As to say I'm growing mold.

Now, my dear, I must be told...

Is this love?