Gardener at Heart - Book One

On Our Anniversary

I never asked for diamonds, nor did you;

We felt that things intangible were more,

So much more worth the trouble of pursuit

Than all the spendy things that people hoard.

And yet despite all this—and it’s held true

Through many years together on the trail—

You give me diamonds in their multitudes:

Not rocks—despite their twinkle dead as nails—

But living diamonds, warm and lovely things,

As generous and vital as the rain,

And just as full of rainbows. There’s no ring

Or necklace I could value like these plain

    And pleasing drops of sweat that come to grace

    Your brow and luminate your much-loved face.

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