“Is there a secret to your love Grandpa?”
I asked as he nestled with Grandma on their swing
He smiled, took her hand in his
and thumbed his wedding ring...
“Do you see this tree we’re sitting under.
Through the years it changes subtly...
But despite its myriad of transformations
This tree...still remains this tree.
Grandma and I have also changed through the years
But she remains the one I’m dreaming of
You see, whatever changes we’ve been through
Our love still remains our love.
“The secret to our love...is love.” he said,
“I still cherish everything about her
And even today...when I look into her eyes
I cannot dream of life without her.”
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