The Last Breath

Your hairs are grey, and too are mines, with the same scent, they still remain divines, We had a life, a really great one, enjoyed together the rain and the sun, we laughed a lot, we were like a wot, our stong connection, we never forgot And since we are in bed, in our last breathes, let me make love with you, embraced like the flowers in wreathes The body of yours, is for mine like cures, still at this age, it give me allures So my dear Cass, I never wanted less, that being with you, all my life through