Old Love
Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life's storm.
Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter's icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.
In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.
Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.
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