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In the midst of mess and dust
Of knickknacks and trinket boxes turned to rust,
sat a small, dirty, bag,
dog-earred and worn; the sides beginning to sag.
Among its contents of pictures and cards,
Reminders of love and life, before it was hard.
In a wrinkled old envelope, plain as could be 
Not much to look at, hard to see,
was a sweet note written in a girlish hand,
from his bride-to-be before she wore his wedding band.
The words were simple and filled with promises of love and hope,
They were the beacon on which they relied to cope.
When the world would keep them apart, 
Through these words they were heart to heart.
He smiled as he read her words written so long ago in a time that seems so far away 
Sometimes they seem to have gotten lost from day to day.
Softly and gently he held that card sealed with a youthful kiss
When passion was high and life was bliss.
To a sailor and his bride-to-be
Life was nothing but blue seas.
They vowed to love in all kinds of weather
Believing they were meant to be together.
In that small card she poured out her heart 
with her soulmate; exuberant for their life together to start. 
Lovingly, he looked at his bride of so many years 
Gently he held her,remembering all the laughter, love and tears.
Life has a way of waging war on love and getting in the in the way 
Chipping and hacking and eroding with 
mundanities and heart ache day by day.
Love sometimes gets lost in the shuffle 
Passion falls by the wayside and egos scuffle 
Sometimes a simple reminder is all that is needed
A simple gesture, kind words repeated.  
Among the dust and mess of long forgotten trinkets in a musty, dusty alcove 
In a messy, torn bag, long weathered and worn, they found love.

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