My Love At Long Last
Sometime in December,
2008, our magnetic gaze of love
did more than just speak or act.
It was in wedlock consummated.
And like a dream, ten years have
gone by, as our tender fruits of
affection continue to sprout daily.
Continue to rest on my shoulder
until the sun on our wedlock sets.
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