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we have never loved until
with one we’ve shared our laughter’s song,
and wept upon our lover’s neck,
filled our cup with heaven’s wine,
and labored silently as one
to see brought out the other’s best;
that when our light on earth grows dim,
like setting sun our time has come,
with arms entwined one final time
we can say with fleeting breath,
“our treasure lies not in frail hands,
but beats forever in our breast.”
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post script.
a dear co-worker's husband passed this weekend... 64 years of marriage is a very, very long time!
i watched a sunset tonight with my baby and heard her say, "honey, you know we're over half way there." i'd gladly go the rest of the way with her.