Outwardly, we grow old,
Our bodies fade,
Refusing to let us do what we once did.
But this love.
This love will not grow old
And surely, it will never fade.
This love grows stronger with each passing day.
It weathers the storms,
Holding on because letting go
would be even harder.
This love knows the other's faults
And still it stays.
This love knows every detail of the face it beholds,
This love knows whose hand it will hold ten years from now.
And this love would go on forever
If only time would let it.