We were in our 40's when our "love story" began.
She was dancy and querky, full of smiles and giggles.
Button-up shirts were her favorite so she could pop the collar,
or wear a fancy little tie with them.
Boots and shoes that tied is mostly what she wore.
She taught me how to 2-step and though I never really learned,
she still took pride in holding me close, not laughing at my awkwardness.
The love we found in each other was not hard to see.
Everywhere we went, our hands would find each other.
Even at night time our hands would always find a way to each other under the covers.
She never failed to shock me in the charity shows we did every weekend.
Full of energy and uniqueness, her characters were always on spot.
From "ELLEN" to the Mermaid to the old lady and the staggering drunk.....
Her roles were always done with perfect class!
Now we are in our 50's. Our love story continues.
Her dancing has turned into shaking. Her smiles and giggles to pain.
Button-up shirts are no longer, for she can no longer button.
Shoes that tie are slip-ons now, for she can no longer tie them.
A "sadness" now surrounds her as she shuffles out of bed.
But the beauty that I see in her is brighter now than ever.
Our hands still find each other, sometimes more now than back then.
The fight remains within her, despite this disease she has.
But as I like to tell her......"You have the disease but it doesn't have you".
Circumstances happen, life happens, age happens......but love that is REALLY love.
Never Changes.
I love you Lisa. forever.
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