Whispers of Time: An Ode to Old Love

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In the twilight of our days, we find
The echoes of a love, pure and kind
Through the years, it has gently grown
A testament to seeds we’ve sown

Wrinkles mark our faces, signs of time
Yet in our hearts, youthful chimes
Memories linger, sweet and true
A love that aged, but never grew old

Hand in hand, we face the night
With eyes that gleam in fading light
For in this journey, long and vast
Our old love remains, steadfast

Through storms and sun, we’ve walked the line
A love that’s weathered, yet divine
In every whisper, every sigh
Our old love, against the sky

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