I knew from the beginning of time, That we’d be together forever. Some say love isn’t worth a dime, But the love that we have, proves it all wrong. Ever since you’ve been a part of my life, I’ve come to see that I want to be your wife. You’d do anything for me. So [...]
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Happy Anniversary! After many years Pleasure is a golden hillside, Passionate and still. Your bedrooms and your hands are free, After unshed tears; Now much of life is tucked away, No longer touched by will. In your hearts a wilderness, Vast and undisturbed, Empty of all sentiments Renews the momentâ€™s glory.
For a year now weâ€™ve been living together In something less than marriage, more than friends, Reasonably happy with each other, Satisfied to serve our separate ends. There are no promises, nor should there be, As we pursue our passions day by day, Needing only love, which we agree Need not be guaranteed in any [...]
Fifty years together is a mountain In truth not all of us would wish to climb. For umpteen thousand days . . . but, well, whoâ€™s countinâ€™? The two of you have trudged up this incline. Yet what you see up there must be sublime. Your love has shaped your lives much as the weather [...]
Forty years together you have loved, Opening a door to love for me. Romantic hearts bequeath a harmony That proves more rich than any life might prove. Years pour like water rapidly downstream, Yielding harvests gleaned in fields to come, Each waiting for the heart to bring it home, Accumulating in an undreamt dream. Rejoice, [...]
Marriage is an antidote for time As two stop time by swearing not to change, Resisting what makes every moment strange, Removing what makes all alone and blind. In time, of course, the lovers will succumb As everything must change, including love, Granting but the grace that in them moved, Eternal, though in time an [...]
Happy second anniversary! As time wears on, the newness wears away; Passion turns to pleasurable play; Preference becomes necessity. Years are markers towards a transformation Slow and unobtrusive as a tide Elevating vessels side by side, Changing both, but ever in relation.