My Love At 50

I wish for my true love and dearest friend Of such I find myself most undeserved To have thee more, what grace did condescend My life made full thy favor has preserved I gladly then each day with thee to spend And all thy yesteryears seem only then As wings the winds of age could not unbend Art still more lovely at two score and ten I pray the silver on thy head would not Distraught thy mind the coming days unfold For I as thee shall fade just like a cloth Until within reveals thy heart is gold This world will pass with all that we adore I wish till then, to love you, only more