years is a long time to be married,
Interweaving lives so thoroughly
Fortune seems like fate. Love seems to carry
The monumental weight of destiny,
Yet love is still a choice since one is free.
Years and generations notwithstanding,
Each day of marriage one must choose anew,
As love long lived in is no less demanding,
Requiring one to make one life of two,
Sharing one's bright being through and through.