My Love…
Years pass. I cherish you more. Our love has softened, but grown to a level new lovers could never grasp. Like what sprouts from an acorn, our love was small at its start but is now tall, strong and lasting.

American fantasy and romance writer Laurell Kaye Hamilton
I will love you always.
When this red hair is white,
I will still love you.
When smooth softness of youth is
replaced by delicate softness of age,
I will still want to touch your skin.
When your face is full of the lines
of every smile you have ever smiled,
of every surprise I have seen
flash through your eyes,
when every tear you have ever cried
has left its mark upon your face,
I will treasure you all the more,
because I was there to see it all.
I will share your life with you…
I will love you until the last breath
leaves your body or mine.