ABSTRACT
For their twelfth anniversary in 1958, Louise sent Michael a poem she had composed:
To my darling husband Michael,
The calendar that man has made,
Is marked each year this day.
The clock that's ticking, men may say,
Is marking time away.
Though mortal, you and I, my love,
With mortal passions, hopes and fears,
I suffer not the mortal grief
For passing mortal years.
Our love is greater now
Than ever was before.
And, what joy to know deep in our hearts,
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