I want you to grow old with me, I whispered.
What does that mean, she said?
It means that every sunset, every dawn
Every moment, is woven into a beautiful tapestry,
A rich fabric of our time together.
It means that every breath I take for now,
Fills me with the scent of your grace.
Feeds me completely with the moment of you.
What more does a man need?
No, there’s nothing more.
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.