Time passes as we move closer to our graves.
But as I gaze at you my dear the clocks been good to you.
Your old I know.
Thats just the truth.
But still you challenge age my friend as I look at you.
What is it that you seem to know that allows you to stay young?
A settling moment in your mind that says life can be won.
It looks to me that you have won the battle that we fight
as the clock ticks on.
An as I look at your lovely face, I see that you have won a battle of the heart.
Mine my love.
For as I see before my eyes the twilight of my years.
You seem to me a ageless thing a creature that times forgot.
How can it be that you defy time as I grow old with each new tick of the clock.
And you a line or two in your face an my looks have gone away.
There before my eyes I see a man who I don’t know an you have never changed.
An here we are at deaths door and your still young to me.
Or can it be that my love for you has blinded me my dear.
An all I’ll ever see in you is your beauty even as you die.