It is the tenth anniversary of when we first met
Since I have known Salome, I have little heed
For care or pain or fear. While Rose and I do live
Present or absent, we can richly give. Peace to each other.
Other hearts may run to weed
Like ruined gardens, scant of love's seed.
Not ours: there's sun and rain, restorative,
Awake the flowers; there heavenly smiles forgive
The errors of the rankest growth they breed.
Ah love me ever: pardon every wrong
That makes thy garden look less beautiful,
Even our love my soul should free of weeds
A slothful husband, whose idle song
Alas too often leaves the rich soil dull,
Stealing its dues of toil:
....but love forbears.