Anniversary

Good poets like precision, real art is an economy of words that define. That is why the subject of love will mess up even the wisest of poets that line up to talk much of unrequited love, that sounds more like lust most of the time. True love may not be eternal or above ordinary humans but found to be divine nevertheless because it endures in the coffee made each morning, resides in the same bed every night, lasts through mistakes and daffy misunderstandings, diapers, children fed, sickness, health and death, life's distracting lures. When loved ones work at it, love endures.