True love

At what age does love truly die? Well if it's pure it doesn't, let me tell you why My grandfather had a wife named Jackie She was his best friend and could always make him happy They had ups and downs, but always made it through You could swear no one loves each other like they do She was funny, sweet, and things like such And he loved that about her very much Then came that fateful day When we watched my grandmother wilt away I sat there and watched her in her bed Being confused by what someone had said We all cried and hurt for a long time Even on beautiful days when the sun would shine It's been a while now and we still miss her But no one as much as my grandpa that's for sure On her birthday and their anniversary too He still buys her flowers like he used to do He places them by her urn and the picture I drew Hoping that one day she'd see it too He laughs and cries at the memories made over those twenty plus years And still cries his loved one's tears You see, true love never fades away Because in your mind and soul it will always stay