At twenty one
Life with you is so much fun
At thirty two
The only girl I'd still love is you
At forty three
In our family house, we sit under a tree
At fifty four
I can't get enough of you...I want more
At sixty five
You are still the only woman in my life
At seventy six
Sitting room is filled with our grandkids pics
At eighty seven
Your arms still remains my safe haven
At ninety eight
I hope we live a century...if none of us is late.