Our world began in passion
and words of romantic intrusions
that never should have been spoken.
Once the words were uttered,
we so entered a desperate and dire
state of unrestricted love.
Mutual respect, kindness, and understanding
that I have never known before
were ours in abundance.
And love, a feeling I thought was dead in me,
returned to aide my shriveled, dying heart
back to life.
I love you, Shroud. Happy 12th Anniversary!