By Pretty
I still look at those eyes that held me captive,
Beholding the youth that once were in his eyes
Reminiscing the whole erotic adventure we surely had
He’s grown grey hair with time
But his smile still stays
So affectionate,so warming and so deep
We get old, love doesn’t,
To remind us how far we started
How compatible we still look,
When we hold hands in the sidewalk
Tell stories of our lovely days,
Tell the tales of our grey hair.
I’d love to say it again, just like everyday
That I love you
I treasure every moment we shared
And even in our old age,
I still want to tell you it never faded
Love so strong,
Even when we’ve grown weak.
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