I do remember, before and afterwards and still later
from where you asked me to be your husband,
of every sunny-look that you gave me,
about how you look on a thousand different days,
about when I brought you red arum-lilies
and in that beautiful remembering
a million meanings are built in,
how days did become brighter after I said yes,
where you asked me to be your husband.
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