Where Love Remains

Cherish isn't the fire that seethes shining,

at that point blurs to fiery remains some time recently the night.

It is the ash, moderate and profound,

a relentless warmth we pledge to keep.

It isn't youth's restless breath,

nor careless hands that challenge passing.

It is the touch that waits still,

the calm quality, the press will.

Through silver strands and weathered skin,

through a long time that drag, however draw us in,

adore is the promise we do not cancel,

a fire unshaken by the wind.