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I’m Growing Old With You

Love, rowth, and eternal passion

Mary Carter
3 min readOct 19, 2024

On time’s canvas, we paint our story,
Strokes of love, colors of memory.
Growing old with you, my love, my glory,
Each wrinkle, a line in our trajectory.

In a distant whisper, your voice found me,
Crossing oceans, my heart it did capture.
Growing old with you, a dream that came to be
When our first virtual glance sparked rapture.

You were the melody missing in my song,
The lost verse of my passion’s poem.
Growing old with you, more than a lifelong
Aspiration, became my heart’s anthem.

Oh, how your maturity fascinates me!
Not just in years, but in depth so rare.
Growing old with you, a sweet reality,
Teaching me true freedom’s flair.

Your eyes, mirrors of a soul so expressive,
Tell me stories of love so intensive.
Growing old with you, in moments furtive,
We discover secrets most extensive.

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