Old love doesn't rust

They say old love doesn't rust.
Maybe old love is all I want,
to live and to die holding her hand.

When our biographies are written,
I don't want our marriage to be referenced as a date.
Like our marriage started somewhere?
As if it will end somewhere?

When our Obituaries are read,
I don't want the dates and places.
I want a poem to you that says what we never had to tell each other,
because the love was always there and we never needed proof.

Maybe I want our love to rust.
A new vintage character on the paint job.
Always aging and changing but never the same.
I want our rusted hands intertwined to be that proof.

When I look out the window when I'm 75...
I want to see our rust tilling the garden.

I want to see the rust that is...old love