What is significant about 21 years,
Twenty-one years wed?
What, today is there to say, of weight,
That has not been already said?
To talk of roses, or even the daisy,
With its she-loves-me pedals and button,
Is simply to say, another way,
The worthless words of the amorous glutton.
And should one speak of memories,
Sweater, than side-meat is salty,
Memories, no lack; they go way back, to when
We thought that love was never faulty.
Perhaps it is there, that soul meets soul;
There on the spine of fact.
I love you more than I used to, And
Knowing my faults, that is quite an act.
– eab, 7/82
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