Poem: Six Months

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Six Months

The wind ruffles her hair.
The sun falls on her face as she looks to the sea,

She has seen storms and bears the wounds,
and yet still she choose the journey, knowing
both the perils and promise.

She takes your hand as she smiles into the sunset,
neither of us knowing where the journey will take us,
but sure we will find adventure and strength in the binding
of soul and soul.

Her green eyes sparkle.
Her smile warms.
Six months in there is a ridiculousness to the joy
of becoming one.

About this poem.

We celebrate our six month anniversary in a week. It’s kind of ridiculous to be this happy. I thought I was too old and broken to experience this.

But I’ll take it.

Tom

PS – The picture was taken on our first honeymoon.

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