An elderly pair, hand in hand,
Sit on a wall, in a gentle land,
Bricks worn smooth, by seasons past,
Their love remains, forever to last.
Their faces lined, with age and care,
Their eyes still shine, with love they share,
Their hands entwined, in a tender grasp,
A lifetime of memories, in every clasp.
The wall behind, a testament to time,
A backdrop for their enduring rhyme,
Their love has stood, through joy and strife,
A flame that burns, a heart that’s rife.
In this quiet scene, we find our peace,
A love that’s strong, a love that won’t cease,
A reminder to cherish every day,
And hold our loved ones, in a tender way.
