…takes time and time makes love. Moving through its chapters, love is ever-changing and evolving. Even when lasting it’s constantly becoming less or becoming more at the same time. I wonder what our love will be like when we’re ninety?
From “Love and Age” by Thomas Peacock
…though first love’s impassion’d blindness
Has pass’d away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.