As twilight falls upon the tranquil bay,
An old couple sits upon their favorite bench.
Wrapped in warmth, they watch the closing day,
Their hearts aglow, their love a soft, warm trench.
The blanket shared, they sit so close and near,
Their laughter mingles with the evening’s breeze.
In hands, a thermos filled with buttered rum,
A symbol of the warmth that never flees.
The sun dips low, the sky a canvas gold,
Their silent love, a story sweet and bold.
In each other’s eyes, the sunset’s glow,
A lifetime’s journey, in the evening’s show.