On this day in 1993 I met the love of my life. In honor of that day I want to share this

The Potter
Your whole body has
a fullness or a gentleness destined for me.

When I move my hand up
I find in each place a dove
that was seeking me, as
if they had, love, mad you of clay
for my own potters hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing parts of me like the hollow
of a thirsty earth
from which they broke off
a form
and together
we are complete like a single river,
like a single grain of sand.

Pablo Neruda

I love you Jules!