Wayne Orr

In the amber light of fading day,
Your silhouette still takes my breath away.
Time has etched its stories on our skin,
Yet love grows deeper than where we begin.

Hand in hand on weathered porch swings,
We watch as evening gently brings
The sunset’s canvas, bold and bright—
Our faithful friend, day after night.

Remember when we’d race the sun?
Now we savor till day is done.
The wrinkles round your smiling eyes
Hold memories beneath these skies.

A thousand sunsets we have shared,
Through seasons passed and moments spared.
Each golden hour more precious now,
As time moves on, though I know not how.

The sun may set on distant shores,
But what we’ve built forever soars.
In fading light, your hand in mine—
Two hearts that age like vintage wine.

So let us watch the day’s descent,
In quiet, beautiful content.
For growing old with you, my dear,
Makes every sunset more sincere.