At first this poem contained a reference to long marriages - i'm keeping the poem sort of intact; it's in flux.
We need old friends and lovers
to see us with loving long-ago eyes
when we were twenty, sweet and pure,
neither marred [unblemished] by deep joy nor our mistakes,
nor fear of the shallow past.
Old friends and lovers
are careful
and quiet;
they share a kind heart.
They are bivalves,
breathing with one breath,
constant as the shoreline
and the sea.
One heart beating,
creating flawed pearls:
desire and memory.
They are each other's better angels,
old lovers and friends.
this was written in response to the half-heard news story regarding the endangered species of long-lived marriages.
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