On the bus on the way home an elderly couple climbed on. Nothing out of the ordinary. They are your standard elderly couple.
She was graying as he is, her long hair was tied in a pony tail and both have movements that give away their age only that it was temporary thought of, for their little facial lines betray my assumption. I wonder…
I didn’t get to observe him much as they sat down beside me.
A slight movement made me gaze over them. In an instant she had the vigor of a younger woman, playful, smiling, and chuckling, because her husband beside her suddenly wrapped an arm around her and offered his shoulder to lean her pretty head on. Quiet laughter between them.
He wasn’t interesting at first, yes. But upon looking over to say hi, his smile towards her is warm and inspiring to make this poem on the way home as they begin to doze.
In that moment, both looked like lovebirds to me: beautifully colored in the comfort of age, yet young and playful in their hearts, and in embrace both colors blend in magnificence.
For the couple who sat beside me :
Hold us, Love
Seasons come in calm and fury
Not knowing towards but hold us, Love
Waver not in belief for I shall not drift
Hold us for we shall not fail,
What is us,
What is ours,
Years may stain, don’t let that burden you
Our hearts and arms shall house this belief:
“This love we have is unreserved devotion
To keep who we are
To keep what is us,
To keep what is ours,”
Life may abate but hearts will soar,
Death will come eventually calling, but,
Remember where you walk I will follow
Always and forever will hold us, Love