We rub our eyes
Try to shake the effortless grin from our beaming faces
Wondering aloud, "is it all real?"
Pondering, "am I dreaming?"
You're not a psychic, not a god
No counterfeit of some lofty dream
Yet you galvanize the best in me
You hold me like I was born to be held
Complete me as if I were broken my whole life
I've never felt so enamored
Never imagined a soul so receptive of affection
Oscillating in the same waves as my own
Exhaling the same breath of relief
In twenty-three years and some-odd days
Every step we've taken
All the regrets and defeats
Have resolved to this moment
Where we achieve our greatest prize of all:
Understanding, compassion, companionship
Serendipity in it's finest suit
Love.
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