Poetry

The Fifth

Five winters passed in loving haste

Five Januarys seem to fly

Past all life events

Steady as a shining train

Your commitment bound not as shackles, 

But as firm lovers’ hands

The hand still grips 

The eye still yearns 

The path is neither smooth nor rocky

Undulating forever in varying roads and highways

But the light that is your love

Guides your way

More happiness was born

In golden curls and sweet laughter

From new love comes new life

Endlessly reaching out to expand your affection in new ways

Safe in the security of family

Here’s to another five, no one hundred

No! Ten thousand more

No –

To love everlasting 

And of that I’m sure

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