See that old couple over there?
Must be seventy,
And
still holding hands.
They still sit in the park,
Talking to
each other,
In tender loving tones,
Like they fell in love
yesterday.
They still hug and kiss,
A young lovers'
smooch,
When they meet or part.
They still sleep
together,
And terribly miss each other,
When they are
apart.
May our love last,
As theirs has done,
And grow
stronger,
With each passing day,
Of the following
years.
And I really do hope,
That when we're around
seventy,
We'll still be holding hands.
Posted: 2007-07-01 12:15:10