As the Hour Grows Late

As the hour grows late And so dims the beauteous sparkle in your eyes, So burns my yen to ruminate. To ponder 'til I realise How much your life has meant to me, That you were there right from the start, How no one else could ever be This special corner of my heart. As the hour grows late And so dims the beauteous sparkle in your eyes, I shrink in fear, come to hate The prospect of our last goodbyes And cannot ever vent or know With prayers or words, smiles or tears, How very much I loved you so, Sweet keeper of my golden years.