Hold my aged hands in yours,
while we reminisce of our time together.
Time may have slowed our pace, but we can still dance.
If not standing, then at least in our hearts.

Gentle love, tender compassion, still flows
within in our withered bodies.
The years have mellowed our dreams,
but we still dream on.
The flowers sleep under a blanket of snow,
and we may not have tomorrow.

Embrace me my darling, as we listen to our song.
No longer give thought to the time we have left
But only the precious moments we share now.
No my love, these are not tears of sadness,
They are tears of loyality,
love, and devotion we share.

Because when we hold hands, it is not just love ~
We are holding each other up, to dance till the last sunset.
We overcame our struggles and hardships.
And most of our dreams came true.
Silver hair, a shoulder to lean on,
soft whispers, serenity.
For all our remaining years.