Like some great oak that stands against the gale,
Our love strikes deep within the fertile ground;
Though time may turn thy raven tresses pale,
No truer heart in all the world is found.
We walked through winter’s frost and summer’s blaze,
With hand in hand to face the driving snow;
Each line upon thy face marks happy days,
A map of all the joy that we bestow.
As vintage wine that sleeps within the cask,
Our spirits sweeten as the years fly past.
To love thee is my soul’s eternal task,
A bond that shall all earthly things outlast.
Let seasons roll towards the crimson west,
For autumn holds a grace unseen by spring;
Upon thy bosom shall I find my rest,
And of our timeless union I shall sing.
As we reflect upon the journey shared, these verses serve as a testament that true affection does not wither with age but ripens into a rare and vintage grace, defying the very sands of time.
