Love Blossoms As It Grows Poem by Royston Nella

When we were young we walked together hand in hand.
Looked into each other's' eyes thinking love was grand.
Life can't get any better than it is now we thought,
as we walked love's sweet pathway, and God's way we sought.

There, walking and talking life sped by at a pace,
and now we look into each other's wrinkled face.
Our love, though more mature is still so young at heart,
and the trials of life had not forced us apart.

With hands gnarled by time we still embrace each other,
You're still my belovèd and I am your lover.
Our eyes may have dimmed but still retain their sparkle.
My dear, a love like ours is so remarkable.