All these things go Through my mind We never know by tomorrow What we will find Will our love always Have these ties that bind In life there seems to be So many roads that wind Will the gray in my hair Just make you think I am old Will the kiss from my lips still Make you want my body to hold When I rise in the morning Feeling all stiff and cold Will our love be a tale That can still be told Will you still look at me With love in your eyes Or will it be some sweet young thing That can hardly fly Will you still call me your little Girl and make me feel high Or will I stand at your side While you tell me good-bye We sit on the porch and Watch the wildflowers you sowed The birds swoop down to the bath A majestical show. We hold hands while The wind peacefully blows But all through our lives Will our love still grow With all these questions No answers are found We all think love grows By leaps and bounds That it never takes a dive Or falls on the ground All these quesions are wondered By every woman around Written by: S. Matheson 3/19/2001 |
~ Mind Things ~ |
