I am reading Song of Solomon of which the Bible says is the best song ever written. I am reading it in the context of my marriage of 36 years and now my lover and I being in our 60’s. I would have liked Solomon to write that best hit. One of the most wonderful gifts my lover offers me is how sincere she accepts growing old, the new wrinkles, the greying hair, the slower gate with the elegance of an heirloom rose. In every new line of years, I see her lovingly as I couldn’t see her when I was 30. I see her bent and gnarled hands, soft as sifted flour as those that have held mine through life and certain death and her burdened bentness as liken to being polished by years of loving. My lover, once firm and ripe and dancing over hills is now the more beautiful laying silently in our wedding bed of years and years and I, wait so longingly for her to waken and once again join me in living as one, the best song about me.
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