Growing Old with Love
In the twilight of life, where memories reside,
A tapestry woven, love’s gentle guide.
Together we journeyed, through highs and through lows,
A symphony of laughter, where time softly flows.
The lines on our faces, etched by the years,
Tell tales of a lifetime, through joys and through tears.
But amidst every wrinkle, a story’s embraced,
Of a love that has weathered, not a moment erased.
We’ve danced through the seasons, hand in hand we’ve strolled,
With hearts intertwined, growing tender and bold.
Through youthful endeavors and dreams we pursued,
To this sacred union, eternally glued.
The fire in our souls, once a fervent blaze,
Now smolders and glimmers, in a gentler haze.
But the warmth of our love, undiminished by time,
Gives solace and comfort, like a nostalgic chime.
In each fleeting moment, we find sweet surprise,
For love’s evolution, a treasure that lies.
Through whispers and sighs, we weave words of old,
Unveiling emotions that words can’t be told.
Our laughter, like music, fills the air so sweet,
Echoes of a lifetime, in memories we meet.
And when the shadows beckon, and night settles in,
We hold on to each other, as battles we win.
For growing old with you, my dearest friend,
Has been a journey divine, a love that won’t end.
Though time may erode the vigor we possess,
Our hearts beat as one, a love we confess.
So let us embrace the days that unfold,
In this symphony of love, growing old.
For the beauty of life, with all highs and lows,
Is found in the love that forever grows.
By: Vyomi Shah
