Pragma

When quickened heartbeats have long since slowed to an even pace And seeing each other brings our hearts at peace A gentle flame burns eternal on in our shared fireplace Slow and sometimes swaying, but never to cease When heated passion fades away And there are no more words left to say Companionable silence is here to stay Only quiet intimacy on sleepy winter holidays Falling in love was a whirlwind I’ll never forget But standing in love is a feat to be praised No more playing affection Russian Roulette Communication is the lamplight shining through the haze When we’re old and wrinkled, will you say? That “though our love is no longer saccharine sweet, Waking up next to you is like Christmas day” Then I’ll think ”I’m so glad that we got to meet”