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A poem about marriage |
| 12 lines. Prompt: My love. Rhymed Poetry Anniversaries number fifty-five, Can you believe we are still alive? Still walking hand in hand and Living in this wide brown land. Like two leaves upon a tree No longer green and supple, we cling together until one day we’ll no longer be a couple. One leaf will curl and lose it’s grasp upon the branch of life. Until that time I’ll hold on tight and be your loving wife. |