Holding love through years of marriage, feeling it's thorns along with the joy and bliss of being together.
Hurting deeply at times, scraping against one another's spirits unintentionally, yet it happens sometimes and is unavoidable.
Hearts being held tenderly, gently with care of a frail human being one to another.
All our love collectively gathered and etched in the scars of our hearts forever, keeping us totally honest and upfront with each other.
A pure, aging love, tended through years of our marriage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep on flowing on the river of love nice to read