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!

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