Today has been my birthday, I wonder how you will see me this day, the fair maiden that you married, Or an old woman wrinkled and gray. My hair was once black as coal, my voice soft as a doves, my eyes shined like the sunshine, You said I was sent to you from up above. Now snow covers this once black hair, my skin is wrinkled and cold, the sun shines dimmer from this old woman's eyes, Now I wonder, Will you still love me now that I'm old. If, I had just one more wish on my birthday, it would be the same one you are always told, please always walk softly beside me, And don't stop loving me just because I am old.
Reason for writing:
I have seen so many men walk away from their wife's to
find a young one when the wife starts to show some age.
Birth sign: Not entered
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