Their wrinkly hands cajoled, marked by timeless tales of love theirs was a young love that blossomed and never withered. Found at nineteen, Married at twenty-five consummated at midnight— the waning moon, an uninvited witness. First seed blossomed at thirty, years of want, passed in a blur theirs was a love that defied doubts and bloomed on a dessert when many thought it wouldn't. He tacked her grey hair behind her ears and wondered how else he would have lived if not with her: he promised her forever and he fought harder to keep that promise but 100 was a line he couldn't miss. The light in him dimmed but his face beamed she held tight to his hand and smiled back at the finish line and they both knew— even in the afterlife, they will choose each other to love again. even in the next life, they will vow to spend eternity together again.
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Beautiful!