whisper softly in my tender ear

as shadows of memories linger near

fire crackles, tender our love forever soft

heat rising, warms up swiftly our bedroom loft

laughter sparks seedlings of love with ageless years

sometimes sorrow invades mixing dialog with liberating tears

reassuring each other of a commitment so long ago, we grow old

finding comforts in small joys, God’s many gifts in nature, and stories told

-JONI CAGGIANO

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