Aging Reflection

How sad we age, yet hand in hand, we trace the years like lines in sand. The fire may dim, the pace may slow, but deeper still, our embers glow.

Your hair is silver now, like frost, each strand a story time has tossed. But oh, your eyes—still just the same, still call my soul, still speak my name.

We’ve danced through spring, and summer’s heat; now autumn gathers at our feet. The leaves fall softly, the skies grow wide, but I still walk here at your side.

We’ve weathered storms, we’ve learned the art of loving past the racing heart. Not every kiss must spark like flame—some warm us just by saying our name.

How sad we age, yet how we bloom in quiet nights and sunlit rooms.A brush of hands, a knowing smile—we've built a love that spans the miles.

So let the mirror mark the years, we’ve traded youth for something clear. Not time, nor age, can steal away the way you look at me today.