The Choice
Counting back to that first glance, seconds and minutes,
hours and years, the desire and candor of bodies,
when our days became charged with the pace of lives lived.
Years of longing renounce the yearning to another,
no longer young. The clamor of middle years
leaves satisfaction and knowledge in its place,
a quietness whose heft outweighs the struggles.
Wisdom is as wisdom does, patience is its own reward,
love never fails, never. And this is the choice,
made and kept, to choose you now and at each sunrise.
Until the day comes that my hand is not recognizable to you
And my laughter is silenced by your unknowing eyes.
— This always seems to be a poem people come back to from time to time. And Valentine’s Day would seem to be a good time to re-post.
thecourseofourseasons 
Sigh. And that is the secret of lasting love, to choose each morning that dear one, again and again. This is beautiful. Sigh. Lucky you two!!!!!!
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What a lovely letter, Nancy. And I am happy that my poem played a part! Happy Valentines Day! K
This is absolutely breathtaking and feels, as I read it, like you have known my husband and I for the 32+ years we have been married.
Thank you….
~Louise
Thanks, Louise. I am very touched that you would feel this way about this poem. We, too, have been married over 30 years. And congrats on your new venture – I look forward to dropping by your new blog!
Thanks again, K
That so describes the depth my husband and I have for each other! Thank you for describing it so eloquently.
Nancy
Nancy, It is always humbling when someone responds to anything I write and I so appreciate you telling me.
Thanks again! K
I feel the same way! Thanks!
This is really beautiful Kathleen. 🙂
Thanks, Stacey. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by and comment. And I love your writing – I look forward to each new post! K