winter of our love

winter of our love

and in the winter of our love
stroke these weathered hands
feel the folds of life in my heart
kiss the worry lines on my forehead
caress the ancient joints that held our joys
and our pains through the journey of our lives

and in the winter of our love
count the unhurried days of love
that marked the moments of our union
ease each labored breath through these aged lungs
touch the withered memories that remain in my mind
grasp the last few days of our love with your wise heart

and in the winter of our love
sing the songs of our youth
the ones that meld with the days of our love
enumerate the ways that I have loved you
consider the passion we spent with each heartbeat
as our time fades, remember the worn path we've traversed

in the winter of our love

❤ ❤ ❤

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