Years, ago I saw you.
Years ago, I loved you.
And presently nothing changed.
I just love you more than years ago.

So what?
We aged a little then that is life.
And maybe our hair grown a bit white.
Then maybe it's just me.

And to me, the wrinkles doesn't mean a thing.
Least not to me.
Cause years ago I saw you.
Years ago, I loved you.
And presently nothing has changed.

Together, we have grown to the point that we think alike.
That alone is frightening.
But you the strength to my weakness.
As I am the kindness to your meanness.

So see what years can do?
When you have someone to love you?