Analysis of Love

I was at my desk when in he came.
His hair was dark, his eyes the same.
Excited, I blurted, almost a shout.
"Hey you, would you like to go out?"

His smile told me all I needed to know.
And that was over thirty years ago!
We're married now, for twenty years.
Most of that was filled with tears.

He drank, he lied, he ran away.
But I still loved him to this day.
Ten years ago, consumed with strife.
He put down the bottle and  took back his life.

His eyes are still dark, his hair not so much.
His smile is for me and so is his touch.
I weathered the bad times and cherished the good.
The first time I saw him, I knew that I would.

Still my love!