None can cleave our souls in two
Which a day long ago did entwine
By vow or wish or compulsive desire
Bound in truth and shed of lies
We promise again:
Meeting, our eyes.
Renewal
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RED GLADIOLA 
This is splendid–both the poem, and the blessed relationship.
Thank you! Sometimes, I can be a hopeless romantic. =)
Well if folks were “sensible” romantics, it just wouldn’t sell–“hopeless romantic” is a major industry, world-wide. And how grand to be part of it (if unpaid)!
Love this! 🙂
Thanks! So glad you do. ❤