The Choice
Counting back to that first glance, seconds and minutes,
hours and years, the desire and candor of bodies,
when our days became charged with the pace of lives lived.
Years of longing renounce the yearning to another,
no longer young. The clamor of middle years
leaves satisfaction and knowledge in its place,
a quietness whose heft outweighs the struggles.
Wisdom is as wisdom does, patience is its own reward,
love never fails, never. And this is the choice,
made and kept, to choose you now and at each sunrise.
Until the day comes that my hand is not recognizable to you
And my laughter is silenced by your unknowing eyes.
thecourseofourseasons 
Very moving and the ending lines touched me:
And this is the choice,
made and kept, to choose you now and at each sunrise.
Until the day comes that my hand is not recognizable to you
And my laughter is silenced by your unknowing eyes.
ouch, you got me in the end there. Lovely piece.
I think I’ve got something in my eye….
you old softy 🙂
Oh how wonderful: “And this is the choice, made and kept, to choose you now and at each sunrise.”And, as I understand it, love even lasts beyond when the person no longer recognizes you. It is just sadder.