By Jane Rain
Date: 2004 Nov 02
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Anniversary poem from Stephen

You're my sin, you're my saint
You're simply just everything to me
You're my peace, you're my taint
You're serendipity
I miss you by week by week
and by some weeks in loathe
But our time when spent together
is against slow, slow unknown
You pounce between the edges of this man's artery
Rejuvenating defines your subsequent role
If only I could count you some weathered poem
I'd start to repay a gift that gives undone
Yet weathered may as well be what I've become