14 Years

Almost 14 years now, to the day, her lips formed the words, “I do”. I could not have predicted, ever foreseen, a love that could withstand and hold true. With promise to love and promise to care, together, we walked into tomorrow. Holding hands, letting go and grabbing again continues to keep at bay, all sorrows. With her at my side, this half is now whole; a perfect completion, bodies now one. A love more radiant could never be seen by staring into the rising, nor setting sun. God, in the heavens, I thank you, I do for the angel, of whom I had wed. You sent her to a man who was giving up and, on love, felt all chances were dead. On the night that we celebrate the clocks turning hands, chiming fourteen years since the wedding kiss, I celebrate love and the time spent with her and the matrimonial, harmonious bliss. (We recently celebrated our 15th - How time flies)