When we first stood, those fifty years ago, outside the church together, man and wife, we had no way of knowing if our life was bound for sun and smiles or tears and snow. In the event, we had our share of each. When children came, as we continued longer, the highs and lows made our love all the stronger, and happiness was never out of reach. Together, then, we've weathered many a storm, and having lasted now for half a century I think we're justified to call it victory to know our love continues just as warm. (Although age may reduce youth's fiery passion, a long, slow smoulder's never out of fashion.)
Thanks to all who've commented/loved this. I guess I'd better update it next year, as it's going to be the Diamond Wedding!