Hardly a day goes by,
That I don’t see why,
God matched us two,
Yes, me and you.
When times are good,
It’s understood;
It’s easy to see,
When we feel happy.
But when things seem bad
And we feel kinda sad,
Please believe and understand,
The magic’s there--just take my hand.
God made us a pair,
So that nasty or fair,
We’d strive for the best,
And find his rest.
-Roger Deemer, for Amanda, 30 November 2003