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Over time we have formed a
more perfect union.
Our names at the
bottom of a license
a quarter of years
ago.
Under time I have walked to
gather your shadow,
white as the snow,
the passion trailing, and
grace on grace.
And time after time I saw
us meet again fresh,
honest, standing
bare, with each other.
It’s you and me
babe.
Gerald the Writer 
>I especially love that second stanza. Grace on grace. Isn't this love? Sounds like you have a good one, friend. Keep treasuring that.
>There's nothing better than a husband writing a love poem to his wife. And this is a sweet one.
>can't help myself…she is the original poem of my life.
>aww…your comment just adds…you should get major plus points for this one jerry…smiles.
>May we never cease meeting fresh, honest, standing bare, with each other! It IS you and me, babe!!!!! I LOVE YOU!
>Beautiful poem, Jerry. Happy Anniversary! There is nothing finer than a love and passion that grows deeper with time…
>winner winner – chicken dinner…her treat !thanks for stopping by JPeace, hp
>Excellent love poem. Past the effusions of erotica and into the stuff that counts–not that erotica isn't a very nice thing and all, but its a fickle star in the dark compared to your gathering of light-filled white shadows.
>Wonderful love poem, Jerry. You cover memories over, and even under time, recalling the renewal of feeling that makes for such a special union.
>awww – what a beautiful, honest and tender love poem..she must have smiled, kissed you and danced the clouds all day long…smiles
>That's cool Jerry!