Our marriage is like these leaves
The older it gets, the more brilliant its hue.
The longer we are together,
The more uniquely textured our individual patterns.
The more deeply we connect
The more separate we become.

What we vowed 36 years ago
"till death do us part"
we now know in a more embodied way.
Our words, "To love and honor" make sense
In ways they could not then.

Of all the choices I have made in life,
My choice to marry you is the one for which I am
most grateful.

I will love you as long as I have breath to say the words,
And even then I will love you more.
 
 
 


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