Memories - Etched on the Ages

Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us
As oft we live by calculations that die on the vine;
But the arrows of love do know direction and destination.

We both have been struck in wonder,
Of the amusement that bestrode our kindled flame;
While our paths were yet charted,
And left the 'morrow to guide the rest.

Whilst the dawn wakes from slumber,
And sets her hand to usher us down the aisle
To conjoin our halves together
And help build the fortress of love as our habitation.

Memories is yet set to be weaved,
With tunes of melodies and aroma of scenting love filling the air
Of our unfading and infinite basking glory
To transfuse to our coming heirs.