We've been through the years of youth
with passions hot as any fire
when my skin was clear and smooth
and love was equal to desire.
I oft recall those days.

Later came the family years,
raising sons and still in love.
A time of laughter, sometimes tears
yet love won out push come to shove.
Together we went through that maze.

Now we're back alone once more,
children gone but love still here.
We barely glimpse that final shore.
Inevitably it draws near
as the future clears through thinning haze.

And I can see us growing old
helping each other cope with time,
warming each other in the cold
while we perfect our long life's rhyme
and passions reaches ember's phase.