We were born the day we met
We promised our pasts we would forget
Writing our story from that first day
Painting fresh canvas- choosing our way
In him I see the pure and good
In me he sees what I hoped he would
The mistakes we made so long ago
The pain and hurt we do not show
Hands intertwined – a new brush we hold
Repainting our life – a new one we mold
He completes me and I complete him too,
Together a perfect love- one so rare and true.

Copyright ©2003 Cassandra Crews

Written for my mom June and Jerry Younggren,Stepfather. They had both had troubled pasts with situations they weren’t proud of. They agreed to put things behind them and begin anew. They were very happy.