When I am old
will you love me?
when my hair so soft and thick
lies thin and lank,
will you love me?
when my skin so warm and supple
lies wrinkled and torn,
will you love me?
when I can no longer dance and sing
the songs you loved so much
will you love me?
when the flower of youth has left my cheeks
and I am all that's left,
will you love me?
What will change in the years to come,
I cannot say
But this I swear to you is true,
one thing that will remain the same
is how much
I
love
you.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
When I am old
will you love me?
when my hair so soft and thick
lies thin and lank,
will you love me?
when my skin so warm and supple
lies wrinkled and torn,
will you love me?
when I can no longer dance and sing
the songs you loved so much
will you love me?
when the flower of youth has left my cheeks
and I am all that's left,
will you love me?
What will change in the years to come,
I cannot say
But this I swear to you is true,
one thing that will remain the same
is how much
I
love
you.
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