Sonnet 81 – Anniversary

The eighteenth passed, unremarked by all but you
and me.  That is really as it should be,
though – this wasn’t the month that others knew
as ours.  We measure things differently.

Why should we limit ourselves to one day
per year when we can have so much more?  So
every eighteenth is a holiday,
a chance to celebrate, to once more show

our thanks for the fortunate finding that
led us to a deeper love and truer
friendship.  Each bright day I want to know what
beauty looks like at first light, discover

new joy as I wake with you.  I cannot
find a day fair if you’re not part of it.

Sonnet 80 – Pictures

I’ve never enjoyed looking at others’
pictures.  I know it’s considered rude, yet
I feel no joy in some other mother’s
children.  Why should I?  I’ll never forget

my own golden moments - those bright, shiny
seconds spent chasing after my own life,
while stumbling upon fortune with all my
fantasies intact.  You are the true wife

of all my hopes and dreams, and I can see
you clearly if I close my eyes and call
on you.  I thrill to your face above me
as you lean down to kiss me sweetly, all

the stars in our country sky gleaming through
your hair like diamonds cast just to crown you.

Sonnet 79 – Save Me

I have never needed saving.  Before
you came, I knew only dull days, gray smiles
and cold beds.  Where there’s no worth, there’s no fear
of loss.  You reached for me across the miles

and lonely years and spoke sweetness like a
promise.  It was your kiss that freed me and
the warmth in your eyes that taught me to say
“love” and “free”.  How could I know they’d demand

so much of me?  I would never have thought
joy would carry so high a price. And yet,
I’d not give away love so dearly bought,
nor surrender to threat or fear to get

through even one dark night with false comfort.
I’ll risk all to earn your love and your heart.