Portrait of Love - original short story idea

Here's another one... this one I already wrote out, and Liz has read it... hope others can enjoy it as well.


Waking up from his slumber, Tellarn stretched carefully so as not to wake his mate as well. Lyssa looked so beautiful sleeping there that it fairly took his breath away. Lying in peace, the cares of the years had melted from her face, and it looked exactly as it had on the day they were wed.
Taking a moment to simply drink in her presence, Tellarn slowly swung his feet off the bed and gingerly set them on the floor. Finding his balance, he stood up and walked to the window. Opening the shutters, he let the sunlight stream in, nearly blinding him at first. Slowly, as his eyes adjusted, he began to see the surrounding countryside outside their modest home.
The young men were already up, walking to the fields, and the young women were spinning cloth and preparing the day's meals, filling the village with the sounds and smells of a productive day.
Once that would have been him walking to the fields, and Lyssa waiting for him to return, but those days were long past. Now the years had caught up with the two of them, Tellarn found it was so much easier to simply stay in bed through the mornings.
Tellarn turned back toward his wife again, remembering the many things that had brought them to this day. The good memories, and the not so good ones, had cemented their relationship and now they were inseperable.
Walking back to the bed, Tellarn felt a twinge in his back and winced. His frail body would not work the same way it used to anymore, but his mind was still as sharp as ever.
All the memories of the past flooded back to him as he bent over Lyssa, and he saw not the thin, wrinkled, white-haired old woman before him, but the raven locks and rosy cheeks of her youth. Bending down, he placed a tender kiss on her perfect lips, startling her awake.
Lifting her hand with his, Tellarn bowed awkwardly before his bride of many years. "Come my love, let us greet the day together," he said, drawing her to her feet, and together they traversed the familiar steps from bedside to window, hand in hand and heart in heart, as they had always done.