There is something really special
about a couple that has grown old
together.
When you've been through
several summers, winters and storms
together
and endured- sometimes also shined-
I am obliged to bow in front of them
with respect and an envious form of
admiration.
I want to grow old with my husband, too
and draw jealousy from youthful eyes
when they see the warmth with which
we still hold hands,
and speak our own silent language
that no one else knows.
I want us to sparkle like a rare emerald
at a cocktail party
that everyone looks at and gasps with awe,
but only the really lucky ones
get to wear
on luckier fingers
that garland their lover's being.
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