Clouds of love showering down and you rope me in with your wicked smirk.
First winter, you and I. Dancing on the roof with music so loud. Kicking off my shoes and you ask me if I am Mad. Mad for you, mad in love I say.
Twilight comes in with a greyish haze. Cold and dry, yet the glow in your gaze. Fire in the fireplace..my hair, you play…for your touch, I sway.
Because when all this is gone…memories are all that is left. With silver in my hair and a crack in your spine. Toothless and saggy..the cold and frail hands…It will be will only be memories that hold.