The best person I've ever known - deserves a poem.
Recall with me those wild and free passionate days of young glory, with racing pulses at a touch, early in our story; when hope met want and wanted hope and doubt was given blind love’s eyes; when sounds of discord were drowned out by laughter and by sighs; when mystery and discovery walked hand in hand along the way and mutual findings, so lovely, enriched our every day; when, parted any time at all, we felt it much too long to bear; and hunted hungry-eyed until we saw the other there. A time of growing surety; of testing out and finding good. ‘Could this one be the one for me?’ - and finding this one could. That spirit found its oaken home. The years have burnished love to gold; mellow but stronger than its youth, though we have grown old. Peace and joy - and rare sadness - I’ve loved our walk through time Agnes. Fresh then full, and promising more, we’ve shared a life of gladness.
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