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John Jan 13
Some may think of the heart, metaphorically speaking, as if it were an ornament or a piece of colored glass. Too fragile to expose, they live in fear, never knowing the nature or the value of this gift that's been bestowed.

In childhood, our hearts are made of purest gold, so precious. They begin to take on layers through our experiences of love:  Our families, those closest to us. Over time, the layers grow, though some may wilt and fall away. We find refuge in the layers that remain just underneath.

No, this heart is not made of glass, nor will it break into pieces. I see it ever as a flower that blooms over the passing years, petals forming, falling, loves encountered, those lost. The heart is the beauty of a memory that lies dormant, only to grow again. A seed .. Newly planted, to await the coming Spring.

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Sara Barrett Jan 11
Our roots of love have intertwined over the years,
anchored deep in the earth of trust,
growing stronger with each season.
Though storms may rage,
our love stands tall, unwavering in the face of time’s passage.
A celebration of the enduring strength and depth of love that only time can cultivate. This poem speaks to the power of commitment, trust, and growth over 15 years of marriage, where challenges are weathered together and love stands firm against the passage of time
I love you not for what you do,
Or how you make my heart feel new.
Not for the light you cast my way,
Or the warmth that fills my day.

I love you simply, deeply so,
In ways you may not even know.
For who you are, for just being there,
A presence I’m honored to share.

In the space where doubt resides,
Love stretches out, undivides.
Unshaken by what’s yet unseen,
I hold you close, pure and serene.

No need for promises, no grand demands,
Just open hearts and holding hands.
For love, when true, is never done—
It’s a river, ever flowing, always one.

So here we stand, in moments unsure,
And still, my love remains secure.
For in this uncertain, shifting hue,
I love, simply because you’re you.
In this moment, I love you not for what you do, but for who you are. My love isn’t waiting for certainty or promises. It exists here and now, simply because you do.

— The End —