If only I was an artist

I would show my pictures true

To put my work on paper

Just to show my love for you.

My pictures would hang in big houses

In bursts of colour and pride

But my love for you would be forever

Something I could never hide.

We met when we were youngsters

All those many years ago

Your smile means so much to me

More than you’ll ever know

And as the years go on between us

And your beauty mellows with age

Our life together will be a picture

Like a book that’s nearly ended

To that very final page

Bob Lowe,

Tenby