Love for a lifetime, can it be true?
A yearning deep, but held by few.
Something only for tales and stage?
Embers warm even with age,
When life is lived and all is done,
Someone to hold us and see us young,
Still warmed by our touch and loves to the core
That which we were and that which we are.
A mysterious gift which cannot be sold,
The value oft missed by those who hold.
A wealth held by commoners, desired by kings.
In the scales of the heart, else are lesser things.
Who are we that God has bequeathed
Such glistening jewel beyond belief?
We watched in awe, the precious stone made,
As the Master Stone-cutter continued his trade.
We flinched with the pain of his masterful stroke
Our edges and flaws therewith he broke.
With pride he reveals in approaching e'en.
Two hearts as one in glimmering sheen.
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