Age Had Got a Hold On Me
Age has got ahold on me
In this one passing glance
I'm not sure what I've done
In this flower of our romance.
I'm beginning to fall apart
I'm not sure on what to hold
In this picture of our first winter
It was so cold.
Why does love warm us
With such heat in the beginning?
Only to fade into smiles
As time keeps on spinning.
Bless the wind
And the warm breeze
The rushing tide and open seas
They are such a warm treasure
Among life's woes and constant fees.
Copyright © Ashley Mckennon | Year Posted 2010
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