A love made out of paper
I'd give you anything that your heart desires,
and I'd treat each moment with you like antiques.
and never will my gray hair
make me feel embarrassed
as silver begins to become sneaky
and peek through the black.
while you'll never have to
worry or wonder about my wrinkles
and if I am ever ashamed of them
the newly defined lines upon my skin
un-hidden they are evidence of your movements
living deep inside my smile;
like the reason for my possessions of crows feet.
and you don't have to confirm to me my youth
as if fresh age hasn't quite started to fade yet
with you I forget years of creaky bones
as daily laughter erupts from deep in the soul
and with I won't be afraid of love...