Autumn of there Lives

In the autumn , of their lives.

They sit, reflecting a wonderful past.

Its been a good, she has been a good wife.

As the sun cast it shadow, which will last.

They sit, in humble thankfulness.

The music has long since faded.

Anniversary party, gratefulness

A life, that nothing has shaded.

He looks into her eyes.

A flash of tears gently cries.

Tears of happiness.

Tears of fruitfulness.

Gently, he holds her hand.

Squeezing it, with a firm reassurance.

Life indeed has been grand.

Strong, caring, the hand filled with a hopefulness.

The embers in the fire glow.

Casting, dreaminess, shapes

Love in there eyes, fully shows.

Hissing noises, from the charcoal escapes.

Nothing needs to be said.

As she gently rest her head.

On the man she has lived with all of her life.

For fifty years she has been by his side, this perfect wife.

Not a day, have they regretted.

In each delivered, what each has expected.

After all these years, still respected.

In their heads, statues of each other have been mentally erected.

Time now short, passion still held.

Two souls cast, in a perfected weld .

Two arms held open, in an ever open greeting.

As one two hearts beating .