Growing Old in Love
The years become twilight before sunset
memories become scenes left in the mind
reflections harvested are always kept
until wrinkled hands appear to remind
they counted all the stars when love was new
when the love invited became refined
and every new sky was cloud-free and blue
this universe they knew, now left behind
as their cradled dreams have grown far beyond
to be a distant thought they hold as pure
when love was found to be a tighter bond
they shared through the days of comfort, secure
their lives are a timeless precious jewel
the love they share so silently faithful
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