years together you have loved,
Opening a door to love for me.
Romantic hearts bequeath a harmony
That proves more rich than any life might prove.
Years pour like water rapidly downstream,
Yielding harvests gleaned in fields to come,
Each waiting for the heart to bring it home,
An unsought legacy so long foreseen.
Rejoice, then, in a beauty never gone,
Sustained by songs more sweet because passed on.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon