[Poem] Symphony of Scars

 

Not love of silken wings and song,

But love that's weathered, weathered strong.

Scars etched deep, stories untold,

Of battles fought, of hearts made bold.

 

Hands that clasp, not smooth and fair,

But marked by time, a love-worn pair.

Wrinkles whisper tales of laughter,

And tears that fell, and ever after.

 

A love that's grown, not fragile bloom,

But rooted deep, defying gloom.

For love that's seen the darkest night,

Shines brightest with its inner light.