Like some great oak that stands against the gale,
Our love has deepened through the storms of yore;
Though seasons change and youthful colors pale,
Our roots are fixed upon a granite floor.
Upon our brow the silver lines appear,
Not scars of grief, but paths where joy has tread;
We built a fortress against doubt and fear,
A sanctuary where our souls are fed.
Far from the fleeting spark of passion’s start,
And wilder vows that vanish with the dew,
You are the vintage poured within my heart,
That grows more sweet as years bid time adieu.
So let us write upon this scroll of life,
With steady hands, a tale of bond and trust;
To walk with thee through glory and through strife,
Is to find gold amidst the mortal dust.
True love does not merely endure the passage of time; it conquers it by transmuting moments into memories. This ode serves as a reminder that the beauty of a union is not found solely in its beginning, but in the majestic tapestry woven over decades of shared resilience and tenderness.
