True Love

There is an old man and woman made of wood, who sit in the crook of the maple tree just outside my window. They hold a plastic pale in their lap that I fill with black oil sunflower seeds for the neighborhood birds. That couple has been together for so many years, I have lost count. They still smile at each other all day and all night too. They smile in the pouring rain and when the frigid snow piles high on top of their heads. I’m sure that they will be quietly smiling long after I am Dead. With you by my side we can weather any storm love will keep us warm