Stuck For Words Poem by Tony Jolley

Not very impressive is it, for a poet:
“Stuck for words”,
Yet I am;
How could I be otherwise
On a day I’ve longed for half my life
And feared I might never see the other?

I’m soon to walk with you, arm in arm,
And friends and family in tow,
Across the way to the Mairie and our marriage.
I’m shaking my head now and pinching myself
That it can all be so true and truly beautiful:
That you love me and choose me as I do you.

My Slice of the Divine,
A greater grace than even heaven can afford,
You seem to be to me in every shared moment
Between waking and sleeping and sleeping and waking.
You’re the same Girl in the Guernsey from all those years ago,
The same lovely lass still sitting watching the sunset on Evening Hill,
The same seductress with the merest hint of a glint of a glance in my direction,
Yet you are so very much the more a ‘grown into you’ you now:
The woman who marries life and experience like no other can or ever could,
As mother, friend, partner, teacher and lover
And makes of it a simple, everyday wonder of wonders.

You’re not aware of any of this are you? ….
You can’t be, I think, for then perhaps you would not be who you are.

Ours is to be, My Love;
So come be just and only ever you:
Come live out endlessly the love in your heart with me
As will I fearlessly with you,
And let our one being always lead our doing
For therein lies the sheer joy of the ‘we’ within our ‘wedding’.