The sweet nectar from your lips.

partners with the wine we sipped,

rich ruby red, and aged with time,

a fairy tale love our nursey rhyme.

The pace to slow but the river flow,

to every portal of my heart,

circumstances change but my love remains,

sincere as it was from the start.

Joy is a gift that we can't measure,

like a precious jewel you'll treasure,

wearing on your heart that all might see,

only active love can keep us free.

Love is an action word, a verb,

activates by teaching and moving,

saying often showing always,

doing things dancing and grooving!

Remember always my dearest one,

nomatter what storms pass our way.

Eternal is my love for you,

yes, long after my dying day!