our Spring was a whirlwind of newness

learning our emotions

exploring the worlds we were

that had left their long-held orbits

as we began a dance among the stars
in each other's arms spinning thru galaxies
never losing the gravity in each other's eyes

we then burst into the fullness of Summer

idle days as companions upon a trail

each step brought us deeper into fruition

a fullness of an accrued life

we had reaped the orchards offerings

swung the scythe in union

as fields of wants and needs were harvested

now we sit on a bench

as everything begins to come to rest

it is our Autumn

holding your hand the age spots

are now a part of what was pure alabaster
still the precious cup
my cheek holds in reverence

the skin has folded a bit

here and there
condensing years of accruing love
pouring inward to an ever-growing heart

time has been good to us

a love that has grown deeper

its roots match the canopy

joy hangs from the branches

rooted in the happiness below

we are the strong oak

a love was borne in a single acorn

what we have is the most precious gift

our singularity in the devotion we have

for each other

what we share deepest in those roots

is knowing these seasons are but

life in the garden to come
there are still times as our lips meet
i have those butterflies
still times as i peer thru those roses
you red and i am pink
i skip a breath
the heart races an extra beat
i breathe in the potpourri she has become 
i still read to her poetry on that bench
i have never wavered in my intent
each poem has but one purpose
to win her heart, again and again
the never-ending story of my love for her

2/1/19