The melding of two bodies,
The surging of two souls;
love between the two of us
keeps us from growing old.

It was on the day we married,
The day we said I do;
It was then I made you mine,
The proof that I loved you.

Now the years are passing
And we can hardly see,
where one of us begins
or the other person ends.

Growing old together,
what a special way to age.
together we have grown
like oregano and sage.