Today my wife and I celebrate thirty years of wedded love.
_If love must be awakened_ _ Then you, My Love,_ _ Stirred mine the day_ _ I first set eyes upon you._ _ An ardor unceasing,_ _ Unrelenting,_ _ Never to be quiet again._ _If love is a banner to be raised_ _ Then you, My Love,_ _Have me waving ours gladly,_ _Shouting from the peaks,_ _Telling the whole world_ _Simply_ _You are the one_ _Whom my soul loves._ _If love is better than wine_ _ Then you, My Love,_ _ Are fresher than a rosé,_ _ More elegant than a Bordeaux,_ _ Smoother than Chardonnay. _ _How delightful you are!_ _If many waters cannot quench love_ _ Then you, My Love,_ _Can be assured that_ _Rivers of tears_ _Or trials that may flood us_ _May sweep all away,_ _But they will never conquer_ _This passion for you._ _If love no greater is a life laid down_ _ Then for you, My Love,_ _I am_ _An offering pledged,_ _Willingly, solely_ _Vowed unto you._ _To love until death,_ _To die loving you,_ _To cherish you until_ _The only enemy able_ _To end these anniversaries_ _Makes us part._ _Yet, O yet,_ _Remember this, My Love._ _If love is stronger than death –_ _And it is, My Love, it is -_ _ Then you, My Love,_ _ Need to know our foe’s reminders -_ _The scars you bear,_ _The wrinkles you see,_ _The weariness you feel –_ _Fears of love’s demise,_ _Only cause me_ _To cherish you_ _And each day_ _We spend together_ _ All the more._ _ And spur me on_ _As these years roll by_ _To tell you again and again_ _Of the One who became_ _Love stronger than death._ _And, yes, He delights in many,_ _But how I know –_ _For my soul knows it well -_ _He looks with adoring eye_ _Upon you and says, “There is_ _ Then you, My Love.”_
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