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Happy
Anniversary!
H appy 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.
Nicholas Gordon

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