Harbors hold our cravings in their arms
After days out on the open sea.
Passions, sheltered, unrestrain their charms,
Perhaps because at anchor we are free.
Years, like mist, reveal familiar beauties,
The freshness of the newly unforeseen,
Hidden in the diligence of duties
In obeisance to what has been.
Remember, then, the grace that comes with being
The harbor each to hold the other's heart,
Yearning for precisely what you're seeing,
Needing what you cannot have apart.
In celebration of your years together,
Neither circumstantial nor forever,
Take this day to tally up your trove,
Harboring your lust within your love.