Eleven is Our Special Number

A poem of eleven lines with eleven syllables each to celebrate our eleventh anniversary.

He woke me on the eleventh day of the
eleventh month of the year; he whispered sweet
nothings eleven times in the curve of my
neck and my ear. He promised me treasures, ten
times and once more…oh! my heart set aflame with
desires galore…the world, on its axis,
spun round and round, for this man and his love that
knew of no bounds. At the eleventh hour when
the clock shared the time, on my finger he slipped
jewel divine. Eleven times yes to my
love…we cherish now eleven years of love.