Time can no longer fly

that day in December I remember— I sucked on my soaked tucked-in socks When I saw you–with a neat p.a.c.k of straw on your b.a.c.k I beckoned to you— you came but my words, you reckoned with— with shame ten years on, then our paths c + r + o + s + s + e + d again— your love became my greatest gain that time your heart clicked with my chat trick— we became friends who ruled the trends our detractors g . u . t . t . e . d our foes d . i . s . g . u . s . t . e . d we married— our love marred their pride and plots now twenty-two years and our love is still p l e n t i f u l— with two b r i g h t c ~ h~ i ~ l ~ d ~ r ~ e ~n too~ who make our joy b o u n t i f u l our haters lie shattered in s ~ m ~ i ~ t ~ h ~ e ~ r ~ e ~ e ~ n ~ s and our r a n g e of friends has c h a n g e d over time even better for our h•o•r•s•e more than u??s, it has m•e•t•a•m•o•r•p•h•o•s•e•d— from a n o s e y friend to now a n o i s y one its sorrow u-n-r-a-v-e-l-e-d each time we t-r-a-v-e-l-e-d when it grew t—h—i—n, with few t—h—i—n—g—s to eat we have t.r.a.n.s.f.o.r.m.e.d through many love s.e.a.s.o.n.s for many r.e.a.s.o.n.s— that sculpted us into better lovers we are now two jolly f~e~l~l~o~w~s who f~o~l~l~o~w love's dictates— and we are, today b-e-t-t-e-r for it