In twilight's gentle arms we sway, Where shadows softly fade away, I still love you, though not the same, A different warmth, a softer flame. Once blazing tides of fire and stone, Have cooled to rivers gently flown, Your echoes touch my heart anew, In whispers deep, but less than true. Our laughter still paints skies with light, Yet tempered now by the quiet night, I love you still, not as before, But in this calm, I find what's more.