We are 13 and what we say is never what we



mean. As the wind blows through the trees



she says thinks of me. All day and all night we



never in a fight. We cry with each other with



love like no other. As we look at the stars we


see, she says that she loves me. We're 23
and all I see is her and me. Her hair shines in



the moon light and at that time I knew the



moment was right, I got down my knee and



asked will you marry me. As my heart pounds
in my chest she thankfully says yes.
We are 83 and the one dying is my. We laugh,
we cry but to misery and pain I cannot comply.
In the skies up above I watcher her as my spirit



flies like a dove. Our love has erupt and we both



know every one has to grow up.