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My dear Bride,

Much energy and talk go into today's relationships.                                                                                                And much anticipation fuels tomorrow's relationships.
But when have you heard it said, "We HAVE Yesterday?"                                                                                              O, I don't mean the popular love songs, but our own sweet music         produced by you and me on the foundation and platform of love.                                                                                 

In the course of marital longevity, an extensive history slowly unfolds
that will show and tell those tales of old that have been waiting to be told.                                                            But life goes forward so rapidly as the present zaps us with 'Many Must Do's'.

Before we can answer 'present to the roll call', the bell tolls, flowing into tomorrow. We are preoccupied with today and tomorrow with very little time 
for 'Yesterday'. But make no mistake, 'Yesterday will never go away' because a history text is written to which we will someday be bidden and others of us
will be smitten by the scroll.                                                                  

It's a long trail about a love tale, a saga of beauty created in an age of duty. It's the history of our start, our story that we built with our own two hearts and heads. It's the romantic stage that we strutted upon to play our role, writing our story to be forever told.                                                          

May we embrace the memories, so neatly arranged and never to be changed, of the first time we met. Let's reflect upon that lump in the throat and chill in our spines, our walks along the way, the phone calls each day, the love letters, the honeymoon we wished had lasted a lifetime, the days that were never too early and the nights that never grew late, even past midnight.                              

And we need never worry about tomorrow that will wait for us as we treasure our 'forever love' in both the now and those history-making yesterdays.

01222019PoSoupContest, 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18, Mark Tony
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