"Marriage"

by A. Warren
Submitted by Lisa Dale

I know we loved each other when we walked
So long ago in spring beneath the moon;
When, hand clasped close in hand, we softly talked
Of that new joy our hearts would shelter soon
Perennially golden and secure
From any change. But O, we could not see
That springtime wonderment would not endure
At first it was but alter blessedly.

We could not know, my dear, we could not guess
How years augment the miracle of love;
How autumn brings a depth of tenderness
That is beyond young April's dreaming of!
How there would burn a richer flame some day
Than that which first threw glory on our way.

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