My reflection

Forget harmony a third apart

I've never met someone who echoes
my notes so closely.
Not an echo...a precedent...
together, one, we sing the same melody
amidst the cacophony of a hundred
other voices
two rise
you and I
a sonnet of sameness
relief in relinquishing
I bend to you
You to me
and we
sing together

I love you, dear husband, dear man. And thank you, Papa and Mama, for a night to remember why!