| We've been together |
| through thick and thin, |
| and we've stayed together |
| through sick and fit. |
| We've dealt together |
| with years of strife |
| and spent our years |
| in sharing life. |
|
| We've lied embraced, |
| and shared love and made love. |
| We've given birth to children, |
| and we've raised them and made them |
| into people to be proud of. |
|
| ...and yet, |
| the wife that haunts my memories, |
| is all in my imagination; |
| for the memories of my wife, |
| are of things that have never been, |
| and are of things that I have not yet had. |
| But I know that they are true memories, |
| as true as our love, |
| whether they are real or not. |
Soo... I'm letting you see it even though I plan to edit it still, heh.