First Love
Your heart is safely stored in my soul.
As petals on a rose at dawn of day,
My memory unfurls, to let me stay
With you once more, and once again I feel,
I see, I hear you act my lover's role.
My fingers trace your outline, still impressed
In cool black satin sheets where you declared
Your love to me last night, and where I heard
You say you would return if life decrees such grace,
And once, and if, you had accomplished your great quest.
If you crave truth and clarity, they say,
Then look at things in a bright morning sun.
I know today you are forever gone from me,
But my heart dances, and it will dance on;
My life was gilded by your presence yesterday!
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Our First Anniversary
Twelve months now we've been harnessed as a married couple.
Pulled the household wagon through fun and trouble.
We trotted out of step, sometimes, like ox and mules,
But mostly we strutted like thoroughbreds from the Lippizan school.
In this one year, our hooves got used to clumping in rhythm.
(The wagon is lighter, if not pulled that way and this'n.)
So we can show our healthy horse teeth and laugh out loud:
We really have something to neigh about!
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On Our Fifth Anniversary
All is fair in love and war--
And the two are closely linked...
I have fought a valiant battle:
See my finger that is ring'd!
Five years gone-- and what's the rating?
Are there doubts and questions now?
Are there jealousy and hating,
Am I "just the same old cow"??
Thoughts occur to the victorious:
Was it really all worthwhile?
Even though the flight was glorious,
Do I wear a happy smile?
Love has deepened all my feelings,
You're more precious to me now
Than on our happy wedding.
All my love-- your same old cow!
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