Steve apologises (because he knows how smart Eleanor is and that she will notice) that he can’t even finish his couplets off in this poem but – she will forgive. All our love.
Every bell will sing in its own tone
Low songs of joy to Eleanor alone.
Each tone in concert makes its own slight part
Another joy to harmonise her heart.
Nothing less than beauty will here suffice:
One voice compos’d of many rings truer;
Repairs sad breaks, makes nearness feel newer.
In the world as it is, few things means more,
Short though it be, than time with Eleanor .
Time’s changes bring challenge, things yet unknown;
Well! so it does but confidence has grown,
Enrooted in love, built too in our trust,
No false coin in it that might sometime rust.
That you will, as always, demons outface,
Your values ring true, bring courage to lace
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Our sourer moments with honeyed strength
No doubt left in us that you will at length
Ever to challenge rise, second to none,
Because now ELEANOR IS TWENTY-ONE
from Geoff & Steve
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