19 May 2012
Two candles burning warm as love. Two windows, each with a worn out dove. Dimmed lights creating a sphere. Us sitting here for two hearts to repair.
Two chairs with golden legs. Two halves of a golden egg. Music playing calm and mellow. No reason left to feel yellow.
They tried to tear us apart, oh how they failed. For this old love has only grown tough, not frail.
Two old lovers, in time have grown. Good man and wife won't ever be alone. The kids grew up and moved out. But we still know what we're about.
Some day one of us will surely die, But we don't care, we manage our time. This love until death takes us away. This love we celebrate today.
Old Love • Opuss № I