Love Squint

The sun, a relentless sculptor, etched lines on her face,

A tapestry of laughter, etched with an aging grace.

Her eyes, once pools of azure, now held a silver gleam,

But when she squinted at him, a youthful spark would beam.

He wasn't much to look at, a weathered man and worn,

His hands, once strong and steady, now gnarled and slightly torn.

His hair, once dark as midnight, was sprinkled white like snow,

But when he squinted at her, a love so deep would flow.

They sat upon the porch swing, creaking with each sway,

Watching twilight paint the sky in hues of fading day.

The world around them blurred, a canvas growing dim,

But when they squinted at each other, their love remained within.

Memories danced like fireflies, flickering in their minds,

Of stolen kisses under starlight, of whispered promises entwined.

He remembered her laughter, echoing through the trees,

Her eyes, sparkling diamonds, setting his heart at ease.

She recalled his strength and courage, a fortress in the storm,

His voice, a gentle haven, keeping her safe and warm.

Life had thrown its challenges, winds that howled and tore,

But their love, a sturdy anchor, had held them to the core.

They spoke in whispers now, their voices thin and frail,

Words unspoken hung between them, a familiar tale.

A shared glance, a knowing smile, a touch that spoke its truth,

The language of a lifetime, spoken in the squint of youth.

He reached for her hand, calloused and worn from years,

Their fingers intertwined, erasing silent fears.

The world outside could fade away, the worries and the pain,

In the comfort of his touch, a love that would remain.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with flame,

Casting long shadows on the porch, whispering their name.

They didn't need grand gestures, no fireworks in the night,

Their love, a quiet ember, burning ever so bright.

He squinted at her, a lifetime in his gaze,

And saw a beauty timeless, transcending fleeting days.

A wrinkle by her eye, a story yet untold,

Of battles fought and victories won, a heart both fierce and bold.

She squinted back, a lifetime of love reflected there,

The strength of a weathered oak, a love beyond compare.

He wasn't just a face anymore, but a map of their journey's way,

A testament to love's resilience, a love that wouldn't stray.

The porch swing creaked a lullaby, the moon a silver dime,

Their love story, whispered secrets, etched by the passage of time.

They closed their eyes, content and unafraid,

For love, like a beacon, through the years wouldn't fade.

And when the sun peeked over the horizon, painting the world anew,

Two figures sat embracing, their love forever true.

The world might see just wrinkles and a faded, silvered gleam,

But through the squint of love, their youthful hearts would always beam.