83 - Krista Marina

The smell of rain

The touch of your hands on my waist

The simple things

Remind me what it’s like to love again

Forget me

Forget me not

Would you still love me

When I’m old and gone to pot?

Wonder how old I’ll be

When you’ll stop loving me?

Will you still think of me

As your lovely

When we’re 83?

You’re so sweet to me

Your smile makes me happy

And I cherish the

Tiny moments and memories

Our laughs and jokes

In between kisses

Would you still love me

If I lose all my richs?

Wonder what we’ll do

When w’re old and blue

And the memories ain’t so new

Will you still be true

When we’re 92?

And I worry

If I’ll still have you by my side

When we’re 90

Don’t want to lose you to time

But guess what, you’re stuck with me

'Cause I love you, you see

And we are meant to be

'Till we join the sea