An Aurora over the Skyline

Growing Old

   How well do you remember the time?

When I looked into your eyes, and you looked into mine:

With the enthusiasm of completion circulating our souls-

As our eternity was destined within those loops of gold,

Since you got me roses, and I got you taunt-

You perpetually waited even after the moon pulled the sun beyond.

I noticed you every moment through the black shielded glass sheets;

And every moment I accepted at your innocence, my heart skipped a beat.

Getting together was evident, yet it wasn't as dreamy as my fantasies-

Your apologies after each fight promised me the stars from the galaxies.

Yet you being so stupid- I grasped your hand tight:

And until the stars stopped twinkling we would continue to fight.

My hands were never clumsy to embrace yours

And my fingers found a tempting solitude amongst your fingers.

The number of times our fingers entwined-

is definitely not less than how long love exists in this universe.

I've been sceptical if you leave: maybe I wouldn't be able to bereave....

Or if either of us fall out of love, or if you were love-struck.

But that's how I'm stuck with you, holding your hand, repeating "I do", after you did.

Because being in love doesn't mean standing by every time both of us need each other-

But aimlessly agree to walk mile after mile- forever.

And that's how I'll love you, even when our children on the floors will cry and crawl...

And that's how I'll love you, even when my hairs get that greyish tinge, even when your teeth will fall.

~Growing Old