Cheers, for Eight Years
» S.D. Smith
For My Gina
If marriage is a prison
Then I am happily jailed with you
Who convict-like have robbed me
Of the incomplete life I knew
Now life has new meaning
And while our new is getting old
In time we find our love’s more rich
That piles of gleaming gold
And I would rather have you
Than whatever else there is
Than independent days without you
And the loneliness I missed
So I’ll keep my life companion
Who solely I will hold
And hope that I can demonstrate
That I love you, from my soul

For My Gina
If marriage is a prison
Then I am happily jailed with you
Who convict-like have robbed me
Of the incomplete life I knew
Now life has new meaning
And while our new is getting old
In time we find our love’s more rich
That piles of gleaming gold
And I would rather have you
Than whatever else there is
Than independent days without you
And the loneliness I missed
So I’ll keep my life companion
Who solely I will hold
And hope that I can demonstrate
That I love you, from my soul