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Love doesn't fade with age... |
| We were all of seventeen Sitting on your old porch swing You were whispering in my ear So close that only I could hear Your breath was soft, warm and sweet I sank to you in swift defeat You ran your fingers through my hair Your kisses cooled with August air "Marry me," I heard you say Your voice as bright and clear as day My head was buried in your chest Your hands in mine were laid to rest I opened my eyes carefully Your soft gaze was for only me A pair of brown eyes locked to blue And that's when I knew I loved you So now we sit on that same swing While, quietly, to me you sing Your voice, careworn, just like your heart Our wrinkled hands a work of art Our hearts are fused like lemon tea While looking in your eyes I see The years we've spent conjoined as one Against the odds of everyone You smooth your hand over my hair Grey and thin from years of care Our love has proved it, yours and mine That some things don't change over time The moonlight makes you come alive That smile is my means to survive Then I remember you and me Back when we were seventeen |