When years have passed and seasons turned to gray,
Our hearts remain, though hair and hands grow old;
What once was bright still finds a steady way,
A flame renewed though flames of youth are cold.
Through storms and trials, love has held its ground,
Its roots dug deep where shifting sands might lie;
Though fleeting joys and fleeting friends abound,
Our bond endures beyond the reach of sky.
Time strips the false, yet leaves the true intact,
Revealing strength that no swift passion knows;
Each wrinkle earned confirms the shared contract,
Each hour a proof the patient spirit shows.
So love, when tried, grows deeper than before—
Immortal, steadfast, rich forevermore.
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