Happy anniversary, my love: After all these years, my lover still! Perhaps we've come this far by force of will; Perhaps by what sweet winds within us move. Years alone do not decisive prove, As time's a box that holds both good and ill; Nor can one long be loving without skill; Nor long be cool below and warm above. In you I've found a shoreline for my sea Vast enough to hold me in its arms, Embracing both the turbulence and deep, Reconciling me to limitation. So may you find a wilderness in me, A place of windswept waves and rippled calms, Restoring you to realms you cannot reap, Yielding neither home nor destination.