The Glow

Rings shimmering when vows are a flame,
heart feels the mix of joy and anxiety,
blurred in the gaze into the pair of eyes
that took one to a heaven
far from the storms,
which burdened the life spent alone.

All the seasons of nuptial embrace
come in many memories,
spring's flowers of passion
growing in the heart's gardens,
summer stirring intimacy's heat,
autumn's cool calm of quieter reflections,
winter's shadows sweep over the hours
when longing comes during separation.

Each new celebration
of that golden time when gladly said I do,
hands remember best of all
soft touches of faithfulness and devotion,
the glow from the fire started
during those seconds when one knew
in every fiber of one's being
this other soul, this angel so adored,
was not a first date kiss
nor a fling for any eve,
but the one who would always be
a sun that warms where only lover's touch.

Words are spoken in affection's stare,
smiles holding shared secrets of gasps and tears,
cherished because true love is a glue
made in heaven.