you're the type of love that i want in sixty years where we sit in our recliners, both of us bickering about what time our great grandkids are coming over. no matter who's always right, me. when i lean over to kiss your lips as our grandkids scrunching up their nose like they did when they were younger. you're the type of love that i want to sit there and think about the billions of dates we had, the countless times you've made me smile and just stare in awe about how i was so lucky to find the one person i always knew i loved and keep them along until death do us part.








