Still The One

When I am old and gray, 

in a rocking chair,

with wrinkles decorating my once youthful face,

tell me I'm still the one.

As my curves don't sit as high as they used to,

let me know I'm still desirable.

When the velvet of night covers the atmosphere as we lay in bed,

kiss me.

Wrap your arms around me,

as you take my hand and admire the ring you worked so hard to buy. 

Let me know I'll always be the one, and when that grows old tell me I'm still the one.

Because it means I once was, and forevermore will be, 

as you are to me.

~ j. grey