Hearths and Grey Hairs
When we are old and wrinkles fret our brow When time has put a damper on desire I shall love you more than i do now Even when the years have dwindled passion fire When many moons have slowed our step a bit And grey hairs bespeak our span of days When often quiet around the hearth we sit Upon your face with love i still shall gaze Beyond sweet passion's eager flaming breath A deeper, gentler stronger love will grow My dearest, i shall cherish you till death And after death, my love will further grow Ginny