It is with this thread
that I sew a button.
A button of love
with a picture of you.

A button with a diamond
like the stars in your eyes.
A button with tears
of happiness.  

It is on this tree
that a button may be.
A button of rust
in silver years.

But a button I sew
close to my heart.
A button with ivory
to play the keys we wed.


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