look; i’ll keep trying new
ways to say i love you
in these poems; i’ll keep
searching for words –
stringing them into
something beautiful, a necklace to
adorn your heart, or this
moment, or the years
marriage takes to develop
its true glory.
all that time, wear, and
polishing
reinventing the surface of
things.
if sometimes it is laboured,
it is blessed
effort – how we apply
ourselves to the task, true
verdict of the heart. where
we house our passion
a breathe into it. where we
build a home,
nourish it with actions
alongside words, true
vestment, a cloak that
clothes us with grace,
love the golden clasp
holding us close
in the shadow of the future,
the next day.
ever at work the hands,
purposed
the soul, the
constant finishing of us.
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