Baby baby you, me; two hearts, stuck like glue. May, thirty two years; but it only took my heart a glimpse, to see Forever. My faith in the love, forever strong. My word, my bond; that will never come undone. The thought of that, and to all those who said something different; yeah, just crazy talk. Sure, there’s been some rough times. Some parts, that have needed a little bit more glue. T.L.C, have meant different things. “Tender Loving Care,” what’s applied a high percentage of the time. But there are moments when, Time, Learn, Correction… tape; gives you an opportunity, for a do over. We’ve made it through the hard times. Had to apply a whole lot of love, when the day brought with it the rain. Even when the tears, are part of an accidental forecast. The glue makes for a quick dry, creating an even stronger bond. Two hearts determined, pledged to forever stick together. Baby, baby my heart; forever stuck on you!
Even in the darkest moments, our love still knew how to find each other. Even when a two sided opinion, becomes just one side feeling; it’s just a band-aid fix, the glue going through the test… Stress. Woman, your heart has always seen; how my love has been clingy. Stuck to your heart, just like glue. Even when our two hearts end up, on opposite sides of a sticky situation. Your love will still be fly, my cutie pie. I don’t need any paper, to tell me that. Wax on, wax off; ha. For this love, our hearts will fight. Birth pain, growing pains. The terrible two’s… times three, and of course me. The put up, love showing up. Crazy love, what stuck out so often; what stuck to our hearts… like glue. A wife, a mother; the pouring out of the best inside. From the very start, your love quickly noticed to be; a crucial part of the family glue. Over the years, the glue has definitely been stretched; but always based in elasticity. The love, may not have always been super; but the glue.. Crazy. Fast bonding, but our hearts chose long lasting. Not always sweet love, but still worth sticking to. Sticking around, until old and gray. The gummy years, by any other name; just as sweet!
Girl, your candy love enabled; sticky fingers, so I stole your heart. At first contact, my heart was cemented to your love. Resistance at that point, futile. It was a close encounter, E.T…. phone home. (Estimated Time), within seconds; a heart connection, the call to Daddy God. I’ve found the one, predestined. Some days, became sticky moments. Two hearts in holding pattern, trying to work out the sticking point. What always stuck, deep within the crevices of the love, trust; the true bonding agent. Whenever the trust, seemed like it might fail? God’s love, what kept it from disintegrating. Many came to Test the love, but they couldn’t Drive… us apart. The sticker shock, the commitment; not what they were expecting. The love was strong, and I wasn’t about to let; any of the negativity stick. Whatever they implied, was reinforced with the truth of God’s love. We just let it all, roll off the faith therein. Laughter, an intricate add in. But, not meant to be used as just an adjatiave; to deflect from revealing the depth, within the love. Just meant to help loosen up the love, give the glue a little bit more stickability. But, the most essential component; found within God’s love, what binds two hearts together. If both hearts are willing to recognize, acknowledge that His love truly is; The Glue!