Fazza

My Old Woman, Next Week I Get Married My old woman, the days are counting down, Each sunrise whispers of vows yet spoken, The winds carry the scent of fate, And love kneels before the threshold of forever. I have walked through longing, through shadows, Through silence thick with unanswered prayers, But now the hourglass sings a sweeter tune, For next week, I get married to you. Oh, how the stars must envy this moment, For they have shined a thousand years, Yet never have they seen a love like ours, A love that defies the weight of time. The world speaks of youth as if it owns love, As if hearts do not beat the same at every age, But my heart knows your name, my old woman, And it beats only for you. They said love should be found in blooming springs, Yet I have found it in the golden autumn, Where wisdom kisses beauty upon the brow, And love stands steadfast, unshaken by time. My old woman, next week I get married, And the earth itself shall witness our joy, The mountains shall bow, the rivers shall hum, For even nature understands this love. I remember the first time I saw you, Not just with my eyes, but with my soul, A presence of grace, a whisper of fate, A love I knew I could never let go. How many lifetimes have I searched for you? Through unseen realms, through endless dreams, Yet here you stand, my destiny fulfilled, My old woman, the answer to my longing. Next week, I will stand before the world, And the world will see the truth in my eyes, That love does not bow to numbers, That love chooses whom it desires. My heart is steady, my vows are written, With ink made of devotion, of years to come, I will take your hand, as I have in dreams, And walk into eternity beside you. The whispers of doubt have no place here, For love does not falter when it is true, And my love, this truth may surprise you— I have never been more certain than now. Old woman of my heart, next week I get married, And I vow to love you beyond time’s reach, To cherish each wrinkle, each silver strand, For they are the poetry of our love’s journey. They will ask, “Why her?” with curious eyes, And I will smile and say, “Because she is love.” Because she is the light in my darkest hour, Because she is the melody my soul sings. No force could have kept me from this day, Not doubt, not distance, not fear nor fate, For the moment I saw you, I belonged, And next week, I will belong to you forever. Oh, my love, the days are few, And yet they feel like a thousand years, For I ache to call you mine in full, To seal our love before all who watch.