Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Our Choice

Marriage is heaven, or it can be hell.
What will ours be? How can we tell?

The answer is ours to make,
Because from the start,
We’ll make our love grow or turn
Ice cold in the heart.
We are the two who’ll decide
Which trend it will take,
Either heaven on earth,
Or a hell we’ll make.

So let’s be kind and thoughtful,
Unselfish and forgiving,
Forget our little faults
As we share living.

Since we love each other so tenderly,
Let’s treat it very sacredly.
Love is a flower to be watered each day,
Faithfully, or it withers away!

~Dana B. Nelson

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Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives.

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