I’d given up on being loved
Much less to be a wife
It was a wine glass full enough
Brown bowl of fruit still life

And as I write remembering
The day that I met you
My heart is squeezed revisiting
That moment like it’s new

The words I search for to describe
My feelings for you fail
As hard to translate as they hide
Like they’re the Holy Grail

Despite my verse inadequate
Much like a greeting card
T’was you the needed catalyst
That gave my life reward

You’ve loved me through
each circumstance
As patient as a waiter
Not sure I should have stood a chance
With all my ****** errors

And now I’m struck its twenty years
We’ve danced this waltz together
Our steps don’t seem to interfere
But overlap with pleasure

And mentally I bribe the Gods
These movements stay sublime
Forgetting that the rest were frauds
Till I had made you mine

So may I end this greeting card
Invoking you to stay
Till our souls drift up to the stars
On rhymes that float away

Written by Sara Fielder © Jan 2015