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Ah! yes.  I remember it well, our first meeting.

I was just a gal, looking swell in my sweater

and tight skirt and you were just some cute

boy I took notice of real fast.  That was

then, an innocent time, a time of sharing

       dreams, of being together by a romantic fire-

       place, of dancing cheek to cheek, of feeling      

       like the feeling of happiness will never end.



and now, ten years later, we are together and have a

family of our own.



But will you still love me as you do today, when I am

older

and my hair, now brilliantly colored,

is flecked with gray.

And my eyesight not so clear,

yes will you still love as you do right now

   will you still love me dear?



And those romantic moves, of rolling passion and

   heated bodies, feeling one another in the

   darkness, each one knowing the other so well

   just by touch,



Will you still love me dearest,

   when perhaps, perchance,

        I should become ravaged by

       some disease,

and lose a breast and feel somewhat less

   than I do right now?

Will you still wish to feel my body in the darkness

and tell me I am completely what you have always

wanted, desired and needed?  Will you dearest?



And if some accident should befall me,

   and I can no longer dance seductively as I do

   for you,

   to entertain, cajole and entreat you,

Will you still see me as your special vixen?  Your

counterpart of seduction?



And if perchance, I hate even to think,

  in a moment's time, scarcely time to blink,

What if I,

  should lose one eye, or two?

Will you still love me then when you must

lead me?  



And oh how I love to prattle,

to talk consumes me,

I am filled with ideas and opinions.

you know.

you have listened,

and have heard.

But what if I,

   what if,

I lost my speech?

Would you then be able to hear my silent words of

  love for you?

Would you?

Would you even want to?