Now the children are gone.
Along comes the night.
It seems there's something missing
but everything's all right.
He stares at the ceiling.
She lies in his arms.
The night can be so dark and cold
but their bed is warm.
Sometimes time remembers
what the present has forgot.
All the love's still there
but "the love" is not.
Wishful time remembers
what fickle time's forgot.
All the love's still there
though "the love" is not.
Mark Sebring (2016)
I'm an old man
married to an old lady now.
She's not my lover anymore. 🦋
No longer approachable. .
No longer interested in .
anything I'm interested in.
(Loneliness appears to be the norm
after 60.)
But I love her still.
And I always will.
Things change as we grow older,
but the love remains.
Mark Sebring (2019)
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So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Lord Byron