It’s said that love is only for the young
That fires lit in spring and summer
Flare into white-hot incandescence.
But we have lived three seasons in our love.
Now in the autumn our flame burns
Warm and comforting in the steady hearth.
May this same flame that burns so brightly now
Not flicker faintly in the winter days,
But when we leave the embers dying gleam
Shine purer, stronger, lighting the way
For those who love anew-
The spark that leaps from fireglow to the stars.