Do you recall the hour, the sacred vow,
When first we pledged the troth that binds us now?
The tender seed we planted in the earth,
Has grown a mighty oak of priceless worth.
Though winter gales have shook the trembling bough,
And time has etched its mark upon the brow,
Unlike a thief that steals the bloom of youth,
The years have but revealed a deeper truth.
Like vintage wine that slumbers in the cask,
Or golden light upon a lover’s mask,
Our passion ripens, mellow, sweet, and pure,
A fortress built on granite to endure.
I know the silent language of your eyes,
More vast and deep than matchless summer skies.
Blest be the road, the toil, the shared tears,
That forge a love triumphant through the years.
This piece reflects on the enduring nature of a committed relationship. It moves beyond the fleeting infatuation of youth to praise the sturdy, weathered beauty of a long-term union, suggesting that the struggles shared are the very mortar that holds the house of love together.
