WITHERED, BUT LOVED

Grey, dull and bitter
the winter's here:
illness and griefs,
roses wither,
yellow is old
but old is our love
like the winter indeed,
bright, loving and sweet,
and we are warm still.
We shall live this,
griefs shall inspire;
withered roses 
shall bring poems,
yellow shall warm us-
we shall grow old together
...
it is just another winter
we are for many summers
for each other...