Each year a marriage gets a little better,
Like a house slowly settling in.
Edges age, smooth out, then lean together;
Voices whisper faintly in the wind.
Even so, fresh flowers can do wonders,
Needed at the windows, at the door.
Years of wear could use a little color,
Embellishing what else needs little more.
All marriages can profit from romance,
Required to turn duty into dance,
Still beautiful, with much more love in store.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.