In 1972 on Van Nuys Boulavard, standing with my friend 
I saw you drive up in your 1965 Mustang 
You stopped to talk with my friend, not me 
All you said to me was I had a cute southern twang. 
 
But that's OK because you were a football jock 
I had no interest in self destruction. 
My friend wanted to meet you, but she was married 
And personally, I felt no need for an introduction. 
 
But you talked awhile, you and my friend 
And you took us for a ride 
We drove to Mullholand, to see the city lights 
Little did I know that night would lead to my being your wife. 
 
In 1975 we decided to tie the knot 
It was the most beautiful day of all. 
Then we had three kids,2 boys and 1 girl 
I remember your fears because they were so small. 
 
We've been married 29 years come November 
And it doesn't feel a day over five. 
The kids are grown, sometimes we're alone 
But everyday I thank god I'm alive. 
 
   (this is a true story)  
                  Dianna Nally 
                    10/30/04                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
touchy touchy expression.....well written............10