Noël and I mark our 39th wedding anniversary today. As you can see from the pictures, some things change. As you can see from the poem, some things don’t.

None But You

For Noël on our 39th Wedding Anniversary

Whose lips have mine with kisses met?
None but yours, no, none but yours.
Whose kisses can I not forget?
None but yours, no, none but yours.

Whose arms have wound me to her soul?
None but yours, no, none but yours.
Whose wings enfold, caress, console?
None but yours, no, none but yours.

Whose hands have touched my aching heart?
None but yours, no, none but yours.
Whose touch is healing, counsel, art?
None but yours, no, none but yours.

Whose feet have found the secret stride?
None but yours, no, none but yours.
Whose cadence keeps her at my side?
None but yours, no, none but yours.

Whose eyes can see the world through mine?
None but yours, no, none but yours.
Whose vision trace the secret sign?
None but yours, no, none but yours.

Whose tears have soaked my collar dark?
None but yours, no, none but yours.
Whose sorrows leave the deepest mark?
None but yours, no, none but yours.

Who gave herself to me alone?
None but you, no, none but you.
Who is the only one I’ve known?
None but you, no, none but you.

There is no other I desire,
None but you, no, none but you.
Till death my deepest friend, my fire:
None but you, no, none but you.