The tender touch of your hand raced my heart in the Spring of life, when youth was on us both and I returned from war.
Summers' passions melded sealing friendship with the love as we grew from scratch through fickle changing winds and howling storms of raising children to be remolded on occasion, stronger yet spirited.
Fall found us 'lone again, Nature changing us and leaves with colors floating onto earth we trod together then, but now a little slower stepped hastened only when our children's children danced upon our feet-tops.
Our love that's lasted to life's Winter baring trees and drifing snows has still not brought a single chill or stranded us in search of want throughout a home we built on love's foundation, with walls of understanding and forgiveness, patient teaching and order, joists of gratitude and thanksgiving, shingled and shielded with prayer.
Piles of calendars spent cannot stack up to your presence in this one day with me, our moments in the now, gifts of love's unshrouded simplicity that may not see another sunset.
The resting place we've picked among the stand of vibrant poplars can only, one day coming soon, hold just a bookmark in a history to be left behind as we go just one last level up to a Heaven already sampled these shared 62 years, to another life with you bettering mine past limitless imaginations.
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