Do you remember when you held my hand?
When we walked across the sand?
Do you remember how we talked for hours on the phone?
How we never had a moan, or a care?
The world could take us anywhere?
Remember how we thought our world would last,
and that we, in our naïveté just danced?

*Now fifteen years are gone by,
we laugh as much as we cry.
I, no longer walk upon the sand.
You, still hold my hand.
Now, we moan, we pay bills.
I take a lot of pills.
To get upstairs I use a lift.
But, you my husband, are my gift.
This MS my curse, my fate.
But, I wouldn't have my life off of another plate.