gently, my face is washed
by many years gone by
dark brown hair, now grey
eyes that have seen a lifetime
of good things and bad
children born and grown up
millions of flowers bloom
and milllion to die
only to plant their seed
for another field of awesome colors
i have seen rainbows so beautiful
i cried, because i knew they would fade
something i'll never lose,
my hopes my dreans my wishes
and my love for you
So romantic still, wonderful.