Reminiscing of old times, as my grandpa would just hold her
All it took was just a look into his eyes of crystal blue
And from then on, together, she knew they would make it through
Gazing off laughing, she said she couldn't keep him off her
Seeing her eyes fill up with tears, then try and cover them up with laughter
Seven children, and fifty-three years later
I have never seen love look any greater
She has been so strong and telling him to let go
But he keeps squeezing her hand, as their love continues to grow
She tells him to go so he can become better
And that she will be fine, with him still warming her with his sweater
R.I.P. Grandpa George
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