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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ten years ago, I did not stumble into love, I stepped into you, slowly, as one steps barefoot into morning light knowing he will stay. You did not arrive with thunder, but with silence that made everything else grow still. You were never a spark, you were a slow fire that found the corners of my cold and made them warm. The way your eyes linger, not asking for attention, but undoing me in quiet. The way your breath bends time when we’re close and there’s no past, no next, just now. Ours hasn’t been all laughter and poetry. We’ve had seasons of sighs, nights when "I do" had to be chosen again through clenched hands and whispered grace. But you... you held our love like sacred fire, never letting it flicker out. You do not need music to move me. Your presence is enough. Even brushing past me in the kitchen feels like holy ground. Even your absence in a room feels like a missing rhythm. You make faith feel like skin. You have taught me that covenant is not confinement, it is wildness kept safe. And desire, when rooted in forever, blooms again and again with deeper fruit. You are still the ache I don’t want healed. Still the curve of joy beneath routine. Still the scent I recognize even in dreams. They said love fades, but I know now... it deepens. It hides itself in the mundane and waits to be rediscovered with every morning touch and midnight breath. Ten years of your body next to mine has not dulled the longing— it has baptized it. If I could choose again, I would still choose the trembling yes. Still choose your voice breaking the silence. Still choose your hands— and all the world they hold. A decade of you has made me less of a man and more of a lover, a worshiper, a gardener, in your garden. A thousand lessons have I learned, the greatest of them all— how to love by loving you NB: For my beloved wife Ann, my every tomorrow
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