Jimmy and Rosalynn's love story

I continue to be impressed by the Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter love story. I think because I, too have a wonderful and amazing husband who thinks I hung the moon for him. We are 15 years into this thing and going stronger than ever. I can only hope we make it to 77! It's a nice feeling and I hope everyone finds someone to love them.

Here is a poem Jimmy wrote for Rosalynn in 1995, titled "Rosalynn"

She'd smile, and birds would feel that they no longer

had to sing, or it may be I failed

to hear their song.

Within a crowd, I'd hope her glance might be

for me, but I knew that she was shy, and wished

to be alone.

I'd pay to sit behind her, blind to

what was on the screen, and watch the image flicker

upon her hair.

I'd glow when her diminished voice would clear

my muddled thoughts, like lightning flashing in

a gloomy sky.

The nothing in my soul with her aloof

was changed to foolish fullness when she came

to be with me.

With shyness gone and hair caressed with gray

her smile still makes the birds forget to sing

and me to hear their song.

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His poetry is awful.

originally posted by: dust2023
His poetry is awful.

Agree

originally posted by: Shoshanna
I continue to be impressed by the Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter love story. I think because I, too have a wonderful and amazing husband who thinks I hung the moon for him. We are 15 years into this thing and going stronger than ever. I can only hope we make it to 77! It's a nice feeling and I hope everyone finds someone to love them.

Here is a poem Jimmy wrote for Rosalynn in 1995, titled "Rosalynn"

She'd smile, and birds would feel that they no longer

had to sing, or it may be I failed

to hear their song.

Within a crowd, I'd hope her glance might be

for me, but I knew that she was shy, and wished

to be alone.

I'd pay to sit behind her, blind to

what was on the screen, and watch the image flicker

upon her hair.

I'd glow when her diminished voice would clear

my muddled thoughts, like lightning flashing in

a gloomy sky.

The nothing in my soul with her aloof

was changed to foolish fullness when she came

to be with me.

With shyness gone and hair caressed with gray

her smile still makes the birds forget to sing

and me to hear their song.

www.dailymail.co.uk...

You seem to be doing great