Happy forty-first anniversary!
As years accrue, love simplifies its song,
Perhaps because it's mastered well the art,
Perhaps because the notes are so well known,
Yielding to the ease of the familiar.
For years now, you have honed the harmony,
Omitting inner voices that sound wrong,
Refining melodies to fit each part,
Tailoring the temper to the tone,
Yearning for the beauty that you render.
Fleeting though the music, what will be
Indelibly enduring is the long,
Romantic revelation of the heart,
Sign that one need never be alone,
Though even such grace cannot last forever.