We met when l was tripping seventy-one.
I’ve held you my whole life—at seventy—two.
I never really was in love before;
Now, love’s in love with me, loving more,
And you are all l know, or need to know,
To wonder there’s such joy at seventy-one,
Tight hold the universe at seventy-two,
And nod “yes,” that you, you love him so.
“Yes”. Oh, what a word, what a soul’s song
Is “Yes!” You are yes, and yes is so strong
That it is both of us, eternally,
As long and sure and long as we shall be!