a dozen years--an anniversary poem

A dozen is special even for the roses
But it means much more for enduring spouses
The best things in life can’t be summed up
The most heartfelt emotions always clam up
Tender things often go unsaid
But the thrill for me is still undead

Like a well-worn book with dog ears
We’ve filled our love with triumphs and tears
You make my heart swell like a melon
Even if you sometimes treat me like a felon
You can probably write pages with reasons for leaving
But it speaks volumes the fact you’ve been staying

My love for you is a grand epic
It will be the same when I’m a relic

The past will be forgotten
Without you being in it
The present is cherished
Because you’re a part of it
The future is welcoming
For we’re still in it