Our first thousand days
are lost in a haze
of honeymoon memories
A thousand ways
in a thousand days
of saying I worship you
We two alone,
an apartment called home,
and a thousand cozy hours
With quiet chats,
close together we sat
a thousand eventides
I'd try to beguile
with a thousand smiles
as you would fondly reply
And a thousand times
with joy you were mine,
two into one life melded
first published in LONE STARS
©2011 Bonnie Manion