Twenty Years, Daily 30

30. For to say I see beyond your face To a soul on fire is but a trace To how deep we interlace Entwined bodies golden grace We began our habitation on the floor Old futon mattress, bedroom no door. The classic poverty roaches and more To twenty years later, king size galore. For to say I hear you beyond your words To a sound blown sweetly for little birds To a refined quip on artists preferred Defined ideas inspiration spurred. We began our love song in a basement tomb One broken bass amp, an unfinished room The classic garage band dreams and fume To twenty years later, still bride and groom.