Age of Consent – Age of Reason

By Clara Blair

Consent given long ago with two words, "I do,"
Is renewed every day with three, "I love you."

Some things lose luster with age, but not these words,
Not these words nor their impact with daily recital.
Like the simple gold band each of us wears for the
Other, they are burnished with time and glow with
A thousand thousand memories and hopes we share.
And even if the rings were lost, their imprint is
Forever kept upon our hands and hearts and souls.

Time disappears when you touch me. Lost in each other,
We find ourselves complete, apart from the world
As we share our joy with it. Not fantasy, but a concentration
Of understanding and desire joins us together, always two
But somehow always one. Defying entropy, we survive time
With our vows and our passion intact.

© 2002 Clara Blair