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Happy Anniversary my lovely love...



My love, this is the date that my joy wed your delight.
In truth, your love waited with an overly tolerant breath,
Carved my name in the space that waited for the other
Half of your soul to arrive. Your selfless heart yearned
Each and every day that pulsed without any rhythm from me.
Life seemed less than expected as your soul searched for the
Love that had so long before been unanswered and left to ache
Every time it eagerly sought the piece that fit so well.

Perchance you found me seeking the same, the mislaid portion
Ready to effortlessly slide into place and fill the void of years.
I am staggered by your patience, humbled by your affections,
Mad thrown with happiness that your Love for me remained,
Eager to forgive, willing to unlock your spirit and let me in.

I Love you more than any word could ever suggest its meaning.
My laughter has returned with a freedom that never escaped as fast.

Love, with its sweet breath, now soars in me through you.
Until this date arrived I was lost, bent in sorrow and breathless.
Craft another enchantment upon my joy that’s over the moon,
Kiss me again with your righteous lips carved of Cupid ’s bow.
You’ve given me more than I deserved and less than I warrant.

The angels surely favored you
Over me.

Happiness is like a kitten cuddled up at my feet
And fortune has never been so rich.
Very few men get the chance given me.
Every moment with you is like a dream that never should have been,

Yet, if it hadn’t, if it had fallen away from chance
Offering me instead what was deserved, I’d have died
Unfinished with a howling space waiting for the better part of my soul.


© 2011 by mark prime
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