We say it still, asking each other how many poems do you know by heart? Meaning how many can you recite from memory and something more implying passion not rote, the stronger with time. We say by heart, because we love – as lovers remember each other – from first sight. And make no mistake it's requited. The poem loves it too when you say it again for a poem prefers company. And word for word it's the same poem still beating its measure but the more you hear it, the stranger it leaves you, as smitten as you were when it first caught your eye and both your hearts leapt. How strange but you never tire of each other, reciting and reciting over garbling a line, half forgetting a stanza, starting again to prove you can. Growing as couples will in mutual understanding, good and ill.