To love when all of life [1]
Lies down a ne’er ending trail,
Is simple and safe, without strife,
Happily, they lift the veil.
2
It is more adventurous, however
As seasoned travelers to wend,
The experience path together,
Starting love’s journey “over again.”
3
It takes a certain inward spark,
A daring and demanding devotion
To face (this time not in the dark)
Married life and its commotion.
4
Anyone can do something initially,
Poorly, mediocre, or superb.
It’s different to repeat it successfully –
To marry IS an action verb.
5
Young love is a blossomy suit,
Sweet and magnifying.
Mature love is a ripened fruit,
Full and more satisfying.
– eab, Jun. ’77
[1] Written (upon request) for Mr.& Mrs. Samuel Heisler married 7/2/77, PA (had a part in wedding) She as, Mrs Kegerise, cooked for us in Friendsville.
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