It was on a May day, when the letter came that day.
It was from her true love, who was far, far away,
Said in a year, in a year when the grapes are ripe, Ill stay no more away,
And if you still love me when I come back, it will be our wedding day.

She answered him, maybe I love you and maybe I don’t,
And she also wrote maybe Ill marry you and maybe I won't,
When the reply he received, he rushed back right away,
Hoping against hope, it would surely be their wedding day.

So he wooed her and courted her, though she held him at bay,
Soon though her guard let down, and they set a day,
So happy was he, that he picked her up and kissed her,
They were married April 12, 1925 on a Sunday that was Easter.

A blessed union for fifty six years, love, tenderness and tears,
From a letter, this love lasted in their hearts through the years,
She lost him in death, for Heaven to receive him above,
Fifteen years later she joined him, in strolling over Heaven, still in love.

Dedicated to my parents, James Carl & Julie Mae Mullins Duncan

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