Your constancy inspires me to refurbish
pavilions of hope. Your sweetness
unfurls yards of woven sky
that luxurious tailors applaud. Ah,
my dear, what a long way we’ve traveled
together. Harbors have
looked out for our best interests,
San Francisco, Stockholm, Mobile,
Tacoma, Barcelona. Love
is a province we inherited
from an oligarchy of cherubs.

I wish I were as wise
as you deserve, as patient as
the moon, as extraordinary
as you. I desire all blessings
to come your way like voices
from a choir, secrets from a wizard,
sung light from behind blue mountains.

Hans Ostrom

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