A Lasting Marriage
I dreamed of vows not spoken once,
But whispered daily, leaf by leaf,
Like moss that clings with tender strength
To stone that would not seek relief.
The years are gentle in their weight,
They press us close, yet keep us free;
Your hand in mine is steadfast earth,
A root that steadies trembling sea.
We live in words that will not fade,
In truth that shines through darkest rain;
Loyalty, a constant fire,
That warms but never leaves a stain.
Green leaves return each changing spring,
They do not fear the frost of fall;
So love, in quiet constancy,
Renews itself and answers all.
I do not crave a fleeting star,
But light that lingers, sure and still;
A marriage made of trust and time,
Of chosen hearts, of patient will.
So let us walk where moss is deep,
Where truth has softened every stone;
And know that what we’ve built will last,
No vow more faithful than our own.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2025
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