Be leary of theory,
Love dogs, not dogma.
Trust the quiescent
Radiant moon
And the way
Its luminous crescent
Shimmers alive
The awakening stream
Of your life.
(And if fortune has deemed
that you have one, shine all
your warm love with such
joy and much play
onto the flesh
and soul
of your one
and only,
your most
lovely,
good
wife.)
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