The more I love you, the more I see there is of you.
Whenever I look in your eyes, I glimpse ever-new frontiers
Opening up ahead, my Michelle, oh most endless of wives.
A hundred days isn't enough to begin to learn you, to love you.
I think I might start to fathom your depths in a hundred more years
But I do not think I would come to the end in a hundred more lives.
What a very nice poem. A blessed life to you both.
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