Happy anniversary, my darling!
All I am is yours, as you are mine.
Perhaps the years erode the boundary line;
Perhaps the fortune fades into the feeling.
Yet we are will, though often not quite willing,
As this year’s choice becomes the next year’s wine.
Nor without love could we endure the time
Needed to bestow so great a blessing.
In choosing love, unburdening desire,
Viewing passion as a gift to give,
Embracing as we long to be embraced,
Remaining where we would someone remain:
So do we tend both equally the fire
As each becomes the one one needs to live,
Replacing what can never be replaced,
Yearning for what comes again, again.
