Romance Versus Marriage

Sometimes I miss,

Moments of bliss,

That stolen kiss,

When I was a miss.

Sometimes I need,

Candle light treat,

Theater's corner seat,

Rapid heartbeat.

Sometimes I try,

To see in your eye,

That same reply,

When I pass by.

But then I realize,

Love never dies.

It gets more wise,

As time flies.

Now I know,

In high or low,

Love will grow,

with every row.

Now as missus,

Getting plenty kisses,

Enjoying God's blisses,

I have no more wishes.