Love Endures

Love,

You do not fray at the edges of time,

nor thin like paper touched too often.

Years pass through you,

but you remain—

not younger, not older,

only deeper.

You do not wrinkle.

You do not tire.

You do not ask the clock for permission.

While bodies learn the language of age—

knees remembering winters,

hands carrying the weight of yesterday—

you stay fluent in beginnings.

You are the pulse beneath everything:

in the first glance,

in the long silence that follows understanding,

in the quiet choosing of the same soul

over and over again.

Love,

you do not fade into memory.

You become it—

settling into bones,

into familiar rooms,

into the way a name is spoken softly

even when no one is listening.

You will not age beyond everlasting,

because you were never bound to time.

You were born whole.

You arrive complete.

You leave nothing unfinished.

If the world ends tomorrow,

you will still be standing

in the dust,

holding the shape of everything we meant.

Love,

you do not survive us.

You outlive us.

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