Hearths and Grey Hairs

When we are old and wrinkles fret our brow
When time has put a damper on desire
I shall love you more than i do now
Even when the years have dwindled passion fire

When many moons have slowed our step a bit
And grey hairs bespeak our span of days
When often quiet around the hearth we sit
Upon your face with love i still shall gaze

Beyond sweet passion's eager flaming breath
A deeper, gentler stronger love will grow
My dearest, i shall cherish you till death
And after death, my love will further grow

Ginny

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