Still Poem by Paul Reed

LOVE, meet me in the green glen,
Beside the tall elm-tree,
Where the sweetbriar smells so sweet agen;
There come with me.
Meet me in the green glen. - John Clare

On Valentine's Day we renew
Our love, forged by the things we've been through,
Still intact, still growing,
A candle flame fanned but still glowing,
Still a bond, still a common spirit
To take on life and all that's in it;
Unmarked, though time has flown,
By all that the world has thrown,
With hope maintained, ever on the rise,
A solid union that defies;
Undiverted, still on it's track,
Reaching for tomorrow, not turning back,
Relentlessly sailing through battering seas
Ever caring, wanting to please,
And now, on Valentine's Day, still in place,
Still beautiful and full of grace.