This wrath of utter stubbornness, Shouting at me, tranquility of nothing but spilled wine on the floor, shouting like a mad man!

Is all that is left to love.
The grey hair and stubborn face
And weak eyes but steady gaze
All these years left to pace,
My love for you.

Between thin lines of rage and the grey collar on your neck
Handsome brawl of 4 scores and three
Is all left for me
And i marvel between wrinkled eyes
And laugh with all the bitter smiles
And remember this on a sudden while
The walk to the alter.
For there stood the same man before me,
Now grey hair and youth free
And all that belongs to me
In this life and forever.

My oath to you is fair and true,
For love is old and nothing new
The grave's cold but not our hearts,
beating for one another.