In silent shadows creeps the stealthy time,
With every tick, a moment fades away;
Our mortal lives, a fleeting, fragile rhyme,
As hours transform the night into the day.

The youthful bloom upon thy cheek may fade,
And silver threads with wisdom shall entwine;
Yet beauty’s essence never shall degrade,
For in these lines thy spirit will enshrine.

Though time may steal the vigor of our prime,
And etch its mark upon our tender skin;
The heart’s true love shall ever be sublime,
A timeless bond that lies deep within.

So let us cherish moments as they pass,
For time, relentless, never shall be still;
But in our love, eternity shall amass,
Defying time with an unwavering will.