Twenty Years, Daily 30

Written by: Autumn Ehrhardt


For to say I see beyond your face
To a soul on fire is but a trace
To how deep we interlace
Entwined bodies golden grace

We began our habitation on the floor
Old futon mattress, bedroom no door.
The classic poverty roaches and more
To twenty years later, king size galore.

For to say I hear you beyond your words
To a sound blown sweetly for little birds
To a refined quip  on artists preferred
Defined ideas inspiration spurred.

We began our love song in a basement tomb
One broken bass amp, an unfinished room
The classic garage band dreams and fume
To twenty years later, still bride and groom.