'Be my love'.....

Walking hand in hand through crunching leaves
that crack beneath out feet,
I feel we’re walking through the final chapter of our lives.
The summer all behind us and  the spring  behind that too,
with just the cold, forbidding winds of winter up ahead
Your hand feels weathered,shrunken, weak
Your hair silver and thin,
your cheek tanned by the sun,
but  footsteps faltering…..
That once strong voice now a softer rasp.
unhealthy lungs now give a gasp.
 Once tight fit jeans  clung to snakelike hips,
 now  comfy pants  have Elasticated bits...
The hairy chest breaking through your shirt
Now covered with an airtex vest
Talk turns to gardens, plants and seeds
Of  how we need some rain,
and how  do we  get rid of  weeds
and start over again,
oh how I wish to turn back years
 and see my prince Adonis,
so strong and young, so full of life
and mind so full of promise.
To move  again without an ache
from bones that decompose,
oh how I long  to kiss again
that young man who proposed.
Who  promised  me all this and that
and passion for all time,
who dreamed of making fortunes
and the mountains we would climb…..
and then we stop and find a log to rest our old bones on
and round my shoulder goes his arm and then I hear this song..
‘grow old with me’ sung in my ear.
And kisses  my grey mane,
then suddenly the years fall off,
and I am young again….
We’ve travelled long through good and bad
but never changed our path
 and whilst eternal youth sounds great
I value what we have.
My life with you has been a joy, no one could give me more,
the age we’ve been together means there’s much more to adore.
So whilst my little  man gets old,
I’m happy just to be,
his loving lady, ever young …through all eternity