In the twilight of our lives,
As leaves have turned to gold;
Years have passed; time gone by,
Yet my love has not grown cold.

I look back on the springtime,
When love flamed bright and true;
And know that I am fully blessed,
That I spent this life with you.

My love for you is richer,
Now aged as the finest wine;
The taste is so much sweeter,
With the passing of the time.

Our steps have grown much slower,
Now silver streaks our hair;
Yet I find comfort in the twilight,
When I reach to find you there.

So in the twilight of our lives,
Our love still bright and true;
I am blessed in knowing,
That I spent this life with you.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
©1996