"The Beauty of Love"

Someone once asked,"Can there be anything
more beautiful than young love?"
and the answer came,"Yes, there is.
Old love."

So "grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be..."
for i would like you to be holding my hand, still,
as we walk the last lap of our life, together...

And i would love it very much, too -
if you would write me a line or two...
as i would surely, for you do, too -
in the merry month of May each year -
for we don't have too many decades left
to wait for a love note to come our way...

So, our gnarled fingers will be holding a pen -
as our old hearts pour out the beauty of love...
come the merry month of May each year -
till the day we both cease to be...