I look at him, a striking figure in dark suit, white shirt,
And marvel at the wonder we are together.
Never the subjects of juicy rumor or illicit conjecture,
We are, in fact, rather boring folk.
High school sweethearts.
Past the stress of parenting three.
We realize the worth of a life lived, sans impinged integrity.
We like good wine. We eat good food. We dance whenever we can.
We are true loves, best friends, hot dates, me and that beautiful man.