Five Year Anniversary

Life's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb;

Long hours have to and fro let crept the sand;

Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web

And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.

And yet I never look on the midnight sky,

But I hold thine eyes' well memoried light;

I never gaze upon the rose's dye,

But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight;

I cannot look on any budding flower,

But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips,

And harkening for a love-sound, doth devour

Its sweets in the wrong sense: Thou dost eclipse 

Other delights with thy remembering, 

and sorrow to my darling joys dost bring..

John Keats, 1819

In loving memory
January 16, 1959-May 28, 2015
I will always love you, Bob.