How love blooms

I have seen love pure, tender wild, shy, jumpy, exuberant, boasty. All these i have seen in people who have just fallen in love, once u start growing growing in it and mature in it, you turn to the more hidden and soft love which everybody sees but you don't make it too obvious. The smile or the sheer expression of "i am the luckiest man in the world on a man's face when he sees his wife dressed up beautifully just for him is unmistakably the best expression you would ever see. I saw that today! not on my friend's face or my brother-in-law's face or my father's face but on my grand father's. My oh-so-young 80 year old grandpa had this amazing joy on his face on seeing his wife dressed up in a kaashti sari (nine yards) only for him. He might smile and give praises when his daughter and grand daughters dress up and ask him how they look but these expressions of love only come out when the love of the purest form, of a husband and wife is blooming still.. so many years of togetherness and separation from their daughters, brought them so close, made their love so strong that it has the power to make it obvious, it has the strength to come out in the open, all head held high and say "i am still alive, much stronger." Contradictorily, it is the oldest and yet the youngest form of love I may have seen.