After thirty-one years

I feel as though I've always known
(and, yet, it still feels new and special)
and really, that's true.

I was eighteen when I held you up
and told the world that you were the one.
And, tenaciously, we stuck.

(Thank you, eighteen year old me, you chose well.)

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
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