The poem from yesterday:

Old love, new love

I look at you with eyes full of our years.

Like endangered species, cleverly hiding:

The bush over our heads, protecting

A bright secret: the end of all fears.

It took some effort, some fight, some heart,

To own up to weakness, to failure, to doubt,

But now over the mist, from a faraway past

Certainty arises.

You and I both in a place of confidence,

A place of honour, a place of dignity,

Where no harm can be done:

After the falls, the rising.