Marital Ardour in Age

Oh! if they marvel at my fervent gaze,
Though youth’s swift pulse has tempered in its pace,
They know not how love deepens through the days,
Nor how its fire refines with time’s embrace.

For beauty blooms not only in the face,
But in the soul that kindness does adorn;
Each line upon her brow, a sacred trace,
Of joys we’ve shared and trials we have borne.

Her laughter rings as sweet as springtime’s song,
Her wisdom glows like autumn’s golden hue;
And though the years may stretch both wide and long,
My heart beats ever ardent, strong, and true.

Till death shall call me to eternal rest,
My love shall burn as brightly as the sun;
For in her grace, I’ve found life’s very best—
A passion that will last till all is done.