I’ve watched you as the years roll by
Season leading into season.
Springtimes gently yield to summers,
Winters following the fall.
Gracefully you’ve kept your promise,
Step by step you’ve held my hand,
Walking every millimeter with me,
Scaling every wall.
With me as the blossoms sprouted,
With me in the heat of passion,
With me as we harvested the
Bounty of our growing vine.
Now as days are growing shorter
Let me linger in your eyes,
Kiss your lips, your honey hair,
Let me mellow in your wine.
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