Perfect Love: for My Husband


Time has honed us,
taken off the sharp edges.
Life does that.
Love does that.

Age suits us.

We have our rhythms now.
Like waves in the ocean
we allow the tides
to take us in and out together.

The storms don't destroy us.
The winds are gentler.
We know we can make it
'til death do us part.

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