My grandparents were,
Sixty years married true,
A feat managed by so few,
Through all the smiles and the cries,
The heartache and the lies.
What is life's secret to a happy long-lasting romance?
If love ever after was a magic potion,
What would be contained within?
Perhaps it would be never to sin?
To have a high level of tolerance for each other’s wrongs,
Together with a tonic and gin.
Perched way up above the clouds,
Eros and cupid standing proud,
A romantic love story parted by death,
Both loved from the start,
One dying from a tumour,
The other from a broken heart.
Curtain down end of show,
But just where does all that love go?
Lifeless bodies entering a world beyond our imagination,
The love that was once inside eternally glowing, rising, emitting the atmosphere for someone else to feel this Incredible sensation.
Picture drawn by me 
