Through the dying light
Your eyes are young, bright, full of life,
Your body lithe, strong, a human knife
We sing, we dance, our muscles in flow,
Races and competitions, we are toe to toe
The sun shines bright, a glow, a call
We are invincinble in our youth, never to fall
Our hands entwined, we adventure, we seek,
New horizons, the next mountain peak
Beautiful words said in the dark of night,
Lashing silence after the heat of a fight
I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, you’re right —
Each day we learn, don’t let the dark dim our light
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Crows reside in our eyes and lines nestle our lips,
Memories and experience from our hands to our hips
A little slower, a little softer, a little more out of touch,
Don’t worry my dear, you will never be too much
Hands entwined, we sit and we watch,
That golden orb of time lower itself by a notch
Your eyes are older, dimmer, now so lost,
Your body frailer, weaker, time has taken its course
No more debates, laughter, arguments, talk
Just who are you, where is your sock?
Through the dying light, I will sit by your side,
Time may have changed you, but it cannot hide
This is a big part of your life but a small part of you,
Don’t worry my love, I know you true
