Love, this is how I want to grow old
with you by my side
looking at the sea together,
once we are done looking
at each other.
The wrinkles on our faces,
our silvery- white hair,
One day they won’t matter any more
What will count is our special space,
painstakingly engraved by time’s grace.
The knowledge that we did our best
in times that were our love’s worst tests
will bring tolerance and grace-
the exclusive privileges of love’s wisdom.
Till then let us try
to align our souls

when passing through
Life’s detours

with my hand gently clasped
in yours.


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