Laughter is the best medicine,
on this, most people agree,
but they’re not married to me,
so it’s harder for them to see
that it takes so much to feel free,
to take me as I might or might not be
save me from myself, to heal me,
see deep into the real we.
Our love is long,
mine sometimes a feeble song,
yours waxing ever strong,
no need to assess right and wrong,
for both are one, and one is both,
in truth without you, I’d not be content,
never know peace, nor what love meant.
What’s important to know,
as older we grow,
it’s always my pleasure
with you as my treasure.
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