constant

Flowers wither away.

Paper yellows with age.

Ink fades over time.

Our bodies wither away.

Our hearing lessens with age.

Eyesight fades over time.
Is there any constant?

Yes. Before. Now. Later. Forever.

My hands may be crippled and wrinkled, but still outstretched to you and yours.

You might have to speak up, but the sound of you saying my name still makes me giggle like a school girl.

Come closer and let me look into your beautiful eyes, the eyes that have never changed for as long as I have known you.

Now kiss me as I wrap my arms around your neck.

See, some things never change. Some things are constant.