Light of love

When the flood of passion has passed
Let not the coarse sands drive us apart
Love is not all rosy, my dear
And thorns are equally its part
Its not the moon beam face,
Nor the hazel eyes alone,
Nor the coral lips, I admire
Not even the silvery tone
Its a mature gracious gift
Of shared perils and joys
Not of weaving fairy tales,
And dreams and chocolate toys
Let time write no wrinkles on your heart,
Though on your brow it may
Keep love's light lit my dear
Till our life's last day!

-Manasi