Thirty-four years now wedded,
nearing thirty-seven
of unofficial but most secure welding,
I grope for words
to state heart’s fullness mid welling
tears from me.
Oh, were I Gershwin bros blending passion, wit
in artful song,
or hombre sincero writing rhythmic son with
dulce tones,
or Puccini, to have heavenly aria writ
worthy you.
But renegade sense petulantly flees,
clumsy tongue cannot
conjure enchantment which from you flies
with each shining smile,
welcome voice, jigsaw body that fills,
completes me.
Joked we’ve oft of sameness found, bodies
one from electrons
exchanged during thousands nights abed,
cooties oft traded;
but that is not the case; in many ways antipodes
me and you.
And yet, truth emerges in this conceit;
happy heart finds rest
in knowledge ineffable but most concrete:
we were meant to be,
like fruit and nut of sparkling fresh comfit,
yin and yang.
Though on this day we pledged our troth,
‘tis not that promise
that fully blends our hearts, nor either years of sharing trials;
for from the start we knew
most puzzling, elemental, and oh most pleasing truth:
we’re an us.
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I wish I had orchids bloomings to send pics of, alas, I don't.
Now, to receive a poem such as this, what a gift! An even more wondrous gift: enjoying life together.
Again, congratulations!
::: sniffle::: so cute, the cooties.
Happy Anniversary,
H-a-p-p-y
A-n-n-i-v-e-r-s-a-r-yyyyyyyyyyy.
Cheers to AHP & Ms. AHP
"or hombre sincero writing rhythmic son with dulce tones"
AND cute? -
"cooties oft traded"
SO loved this! Congratulations, sweetie.
These.
(both union and poem).
rated for cooties traded
What a wonderful tribute..
Tripe tests, and all!
(Signor Puccini, I know you're dead, but can't you help out with this?)
Kathy: Thank you.
ladyslipper: My achievement is her not giving up in despair . . .
green: She the treasure, I the treasure hunter. (We the cooties???)
LC: She, a lesson in patience; I, one in good fortune.
vanessa: ¡Un abrazo fuerte!
ocular: Thanks!
Patie: Melts in your heart; not in your hands . . .
femme: Many more, indeed!
designanator: More from you on top of the more from femme—I can see us getting decrepit already!
Matt: Thanks for winking. (I’m just glad you didn’t think it was a paean in the neck . . . ) Mrs. P loves your various frogs, by the way.
patricia: Not as lucky as I!
Scarlett: You have a lovely voice!
Tor: That’s the bottom line. Many thanks, friend.
OM: Thanks, kiddo!
Lea: 34 more! Wow, we’d break the Folks’ record, in that case.
Sheila: That’s a lovely way to put it; thank you so much. I think she liked it.
DB: You’re the real poet.
Fusun: No, we never will. Keep looking.
kate: Welcome, and thank you for your kind words.
Andy: You don’t understand “cooties”? Everyone else seems to . . .
Geraint: See what you have to look forward to? Enjoy the journey together!
Amanda: Thank you, ma’am.
anna: And to you!
cartouche: You made me laugh (again!). Thank you. May you find Mr. Right.
Joan: Wow! “Magnificent”! Thank you.
LL: Here’s to your happy ever after.
Shiral: I tried to get in touch with Giaccomo, but he wouldn’t take my calls . . .
Off to activities now. Thank you all so much for sharing.
This is so good. ~ fruit and nut of sparkling fresh comfit ~ So good!
Cranky: And so it was.
Kit: Thanks!
Jonathan: Perhaps we can make that an Open Call . . . .
Anne: That's a very sweet thing to say.
Bell: Indeed, it does.
Ann: Thanks; we had a good time. (Didn't work!)
P Muse: Glad you enjoyed.
Kim: My thanks to you.
candv: I appreciate your approbation.
Mark: Very clever!
S'bug: Thanks, kiddo!
Dr. Steve: I'm not sure I want her heart melted; could be very messy . . .
Bea: I'm touched by that.
catch: Gracias! Glad you liked that line: I was a happy camper when I thought of it.
Owl: Thanks for coming by so often, friend.
1) making me cry
2) loving so fiercely
3) mixing humor and real feeling
4) writing this: "Thirty-four years now wedded,
nearing thirty-seven
of unofficial but most secure welding,
I grope for words
to state heart’s fullness mid welling
tears from me."
and
"Joked we’ve oft of sameness found, bodies
one from electrons
exchanged during thousands nights abed,
cooties oft traded;
but that is not the case; in many ways antipodes
me and you."