Aging in Your Arms

Under the quiet light

of the moon

I watch you sleeping in

this room

And in the silence of

the night

My heart is holding you

so tight

Every season comes and goes

Like the blooming of a rose

And I promise here and now

To keep this silent sacred vow

Until we

grow old

Until our stories have

been told

Through every winter cold

I will hold your hand

Yes, I will understand

(forever and always)

When your golden hair

turns to white

And the morning sun is not as bright

I will look into

your eyes

And see my only

paradise

Every season comes and goes

Like the blooming of a rose

And I promise here and now

To keep this silent sacred vow

Until

we

grow old

Until our stories have been told

Through every

winter cold

I will hold your hand Yes,

I will understand

(forever and always)

Until we grow old (mmmmm)