Rocking back and forth,
In a wooden rocking chair.
True love right beside me,
Wrinkling skin and silver hair.

Reminiscing on old times,
Pain laughter, memory lane.
Slowly he rises,
Grabbing his leaning cane.

Standing in front of me,
Carefully extending his hand,
I grab hold of it,
He easily helps me stand.

Pulling me close, standing on the porch,
Sounds of the morning dove,
Remind me of old mornings,
Waking up after falling in love.

He kisses my forehead,
And I know he remembers too,
All the dark nights,
That his feelings proved true.

It is now that I realize,
True love lasts a lifetime.
Even as little kids at play,
You have always been mine.