In marriage there is only one you
–––– and many seasons

No matter the outer changes
It’s getting to know you
–––– the you of each other

The faces we wear today
fade away
springs and summers come and go

In the fall we’ll shed our leaves
delve deeper deeper
in the dark dark winter

until we find
the true you of our love
without the promise of spring.

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Ben Gieske

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