I started working on the following poem at the end of the year in 2020, and did not finish it until now, in time for my third wedding anniversary. After a long hiatus, here it is.
The 51st Time by Aubri Wilson The 51st time I fell in love with you No, not the 51st time I fell in love That'd be much different And no, it doesn't mean after 50 failed attempts I finally got it right Each time was special in its own way What does it mean to fall in love that many times? Well, some say they fall deeper every day, every year Perhaps, what I thought was falling in love The first, or tenth, or fiftieth time was different But in its own way, at the time, it was true With the first you weren't even there Your voice, though, grew a presence That curled around my insides Like an embrace that bore A warm tickle I couldn't explain And by the 51st time I knew Still there is more to come As you and I change and grow So our love will And while it's not always easy I don't doubt when you hold me Or when we're apart The 52nd time and Many more Will come into view
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