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(Hastily written late one afternoon for a forgotten anniversary)
Love’s first spark the night we met,
so casually ignited,
so gently came we failed to noticed
how intense the fire it lighted.
How many years can the flame endure?
We know thirty-nine have gone
as pearls on an endless string of love.
Eternity is not too long.
Tonight I see a cloudless sky
with stars the moon can chase,
and there I see the hand of God,
the vision of your face.
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Hot summer nights in a small home town
When Elvis was all the rage,
Love comes so easily
At such a tender age.
we explored and
found each other.
Impulses of youth, so desirous
As lovers will extol,
Are surging tides of pulsing desire
Raging out of control.
1961 But then we lost the spark.
Time wore off the newness
and we wondered if it might
be rekindled by others.
Regardless how hot may be the passion,
How intense the flame,
Youthful love will burn to embers
Till ashes only remain.
Vivid the memories, love’s first heartbreak;
A young man yearned to roam,
And a winsome lass undauntedly cast
To venture on her own.
And so we went about our lives,
summer camps, college,
new friends, new romances,
rarely speaking, let alone seeing
Moving in tangents, ever farther apart,
Wandering from friend to affair,
Each one sought with passing time
A newfound love to share.
1965 One Autumn day, far away and lonesome
I mailed her a letter asking if she would spend
Thanksgiving with me if I sent her a ticket.
She took her first airplane ride that Fall.
Destined good fortune, no fate could protest,
Bridged the yawning years,
And renewed love was found to fill
The chasm with joyful tears.
1966 We married the following summer.
Between working and school, our families
a thousand miles away, we held each other
with no thought of loneliness.
As migrating birds surely come home to roost,
As surly as the sea
Returns to shore to find its rest,
A love was destined to be.
1968 The youth of our lives together.
Children came and the sweetness
flowed like a river, on and on out sight.
Amidst the flowers and occasional showers,
Two daughters in early Spring
Descended directly from heaven to earth
And taught the angels to sing.
Maturing love initially wrapped
Two hearts with warmth and wonder,
Then scaled the heights of bellowing clouds
That roar with Summer’s thunder.
Without care, in early Fall,
Thoughts can tend to sorrow,
But evening’s dusk contains no dread
When hope precedes tomorrow.
2000 We saw the seasons, children came
and left. We returned to where we started -
just the two of us.
Precious moments, Oh, so precious,
Fraught with earthly harms,
Pass as only comfort can,
In each other’s arms.
2008 We still thrill at the sight, the touch,
the closeness of each other – in our hearts
the teenagers of all those years ago.
Oh, my Love, how can one bear
Leaving the other to pine?
My dearest Love, how can one bear
To be left behind?
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