Tempus Fuget
Translating the ancient language of our long marriage-
Our vocabulary of years, memory and choices:
Love as verb
Cor ad cor loquitur…Heart speaks to heart
Love as noun
Amor vencet omnia…Love conquers all
But in the diagramming of that sentence is the lie-
Time, not love, is the conqueror
And our end is closer than our beginning.
Eheu fugaces labuntur anni
Alas the fleeting years slip by
In ictu oculi
In the blink of an eye….
Tempus fuget
time flies.
thecourseofourseasons 
Time is the ultimate conqueror, smiles ~ Love the series K ~
Love still follows.. but there are moments when we see that more is in the past than in the future.. love the latin in here.
this is so very well done, Kathleen – it’s a love poem, but it’s more than that, too 🙂
This is very lovely, and very real. Time slips by too fast. One can only be grateful for all the glorious years you have had, and those that still lie ahead. I am thinking of the Last Really Great Shack years. Such an adventure!