The grey hair in your young beard
Tell me you've got it burned
On many women's bodies
And tonight I am sitting by the fire
Wearing my favorite burgundy dress
And dark red lipstick has painted my lips.
Forget about the wine
Forget about the cold
And let's paint our fire grey
Let Chopin play for us
As we make our own music
Until midnight announces
Our little death.
I'll keep sitting by the fire
Until your dark beard turns grey.




-LynnAA