When the way of love nears the setting sun
Do we search other skies for gold
Or feel sweet comfort
Lying next to one
We always
Wish to hold

Do we read a chapter in a newer book
Or just turn another page
Never turn away
Or take a second look
Or think about time’s age

Do we spurn the sparks of yesterday
Thinking they are gone
Or try to relive that passion
In today
A new picture
That we have drawn

True love contains a gold that will never change
Containing sparks which cannot die
Although time’s age will, us rearrange
Love’s sweet gold, is not found
In other skies