One Marriage Poem by Kishore Asthana

You've always been young
and always been old
And if the truth be told
I have loved both of you
For you know beloved mine
Like a jug of magic wine
When to be fresh
on the menu of life
When full and round, my loving wife

The feast endures

Let it never stop being good for us
Let the spring in our life
be forever spring
Till dessert sweet, and snow
Which with your warmth I well know
Can be so beautiful together

When this enchanted day is done
You and I and the setting sun
Will move on to another one
And the old vine
will blossom again