When autumn leaves embrace the gentle breeze,
Two hearts converge, their paths at last entwined.
In golden years, love blossoms with such ease,
A second chance, unhurried and refined.
The laughter lines etched softly on your face,
Speak volumes of the journeys you have shared.
Yet now, together, in this sacred place,
A brighter future’s promise you’ve declared.
No youthful haste, but wisdom guides your way,
To cherish moments, simple and profound.
Each tender glance, a vow that will not stray,
With every step, new memories are found.
So hand in hand, before the world you stand,
Two souls united by love’s gentle hand.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this for friends of ours who are getting married on Saturday, they have been together for many, many years and are both in their eighties and have decided to get married.
- Category: special-occasion
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