When silver frosts adorn our weary heads,
And time has etched its map upon each face,
I’ll find the light that constant passion sheds,
Like ancient roots that hold their steady place.
We braved the winter’s cold and bitter gale,
And drank the summer nectar, sweet and pure;
Though seasons change and youthful vigors fail,
Within my clasp, thy hand remains secure.
Behold the fortress that our souls have made,
Stone upon stone, defying tides of old;
A sanctuary built within the shade,
More precious far than palaces of gold.
So when the twilight falls with gentle grace,
And slow becomes the rhythm of our feet,
We’ll meet the end in love’s divine embrace,
Our journey done, our union made complete.
This piece reflects on the serenity found in long-standing companionship, channeling the spirit of the Romantic era. It suggests that while physical strength may wane, the emotional fortress built by two souls only fortifies with age, proving that the most profound romance is found not in the spark of youth, but in the glowing embers of a lifetime shared.
