The wrinkles around your eyes remind me that we are old
But the way they smile when you look at me makes me not careNothing can describe the way it feels
To lace my fingers in yoursThe ease in my heart, the peace that has settled there
Belongs to youI can’t imagine it being another way
Like we have always been in this placeEverything is right with the world
Even the things that aren’t because you are hereIt is the most spectacular moment at the beginning of forever
Joy and Bliss have nothing on this
Queen of the Universe 
That is a gorgeous tender love poem. I think as one gets older, loving becomes easier and gentler and more real, maybe. The beginning of your poem is spectacularly beautiful and so is the rest of it.
Thank you for the inspiration. Your images are so clear it makes me think of all sorts of things. ::bows to the Master::