She looks just the same.
Or do I imagine it?
Are we getting old?
Many years have passed.
Still surprising each other,
Ev’ry now and then.
Love that once was new,
Strengthened through each day and year,
Knows each other’s thoughts.
Eyesight may grow dim,
Hearing faded more each day.
Still a sense of awe.
Radiant is her smile,
Though the years have taken toll
On her aching limbs.
What, then, have I done
To deserve such blessed joy?
Worthy of her care?
Flame of love grows strong.
Waters cannot put it out.
She and I still here.
Though they said we’d fail;
Though we struggled now and then;
Still our thoughts are one.
As the years go by,
Love will guide our troubled lives,
As the seasons change.
Michael's Haiku 