by Vinny Knowles

Created on: February 12, 2011

My love for her, can I describe it?

It’s not the shallow fleeting kind

It’s solid, rich, and ever deepening

It just gets better over time

When others give up, she believes

When others tire, she works on

Warmth fills each room she leaves

And in the air floats her song

I’m growing old and gray tis true

I never did acquired the riches

These things don’t tempt her to be blue

She showers me still with her kisses

So let the wild men have their parties

I will not sit at home and pine

I’ll cuddle with my aged lover

Unearthing treasures yet to find

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