Love
Love
In our last stage of life;
We will seat on a bench....
In color of the sunset...
Memories our whole life....
Memories our story of struggle; travel etc...
And a little beat teary smile...
But still my hand in your hand....
You say to me that I Love you, Sweetheart...
And I reply to you I love you too babe!
I just love like that above describe....