Posts Tagged ‘We thought that love’

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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