People in love have similar feelings with others experiencing the same joy no matter their age. When that love lasts into old age, the feelings often endure.
Let me give you the gift of time
As you move your lips on mine.
Our feelings still resemble two youths who'd touch, then tremble
Under springtime skies at night in woods of pine.
No matter if your hair is thinner
'Cause in your eyes, there's still a glimmer
Of the fires that were burning when we were young and yearning
Under starry skies and blankets during winter.
All the seasons, all the years
You continue to grow dear
To my heart, my soul, my body - all of me.
We've climbed mountains, weathered storms,
Buried many, watched some be born,
Grown together like seedlings grafted to a tree.
You give me the gift of time
Each moment your soft lips meet mine.
As I remember our beginnings, my heart and head start to spinning
As when our love was like a newly opened wine.
