Mature Love
Finding lasting connection in the quiet strength of a shared life.

It’s not the fire that burns so bright,
Nor fleeting sparks that fade with night.
It’s steady warmth, a gentle glow,
A quiet bond that learns to grow.
It’s not in words or grand displays,
But in the care of simple ways.
A knowing glance, a hand held tight,
A guiding star through darkest night.
It weathers storms, it bends, not breaks,
It finds the strength that patience takes.
Through trials faced and battles won,
It deepens like the setting sun.
No longer bound by fleeting flame,
It seeks no thrill, it plays no game.
For love that’s grown through time and pain
Is richer far than fleeting gain.
It’s laughter shared, it’s tears that flow,
It’s learning all there is to know.
A partner, friend, a steady guide,
A love that walks right by your side.
So here’s to love, so real, so true,
A bond that’s built for me and you.
A love that’s rooted, strong, and free -
Together, for eternity.



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