Ageing alongside you.

I was running 21 and ran around the table till you’d catch me

and put me over your shoulder and take me to the bed.

And make love like one possessed.

I was 26 and made you carry me everywhere

from the kitchen, to the kitchen-garden

I outran our little girl for the piggyback ride

and swayed my hair on your face, side to side

And when I was 34, you'd wanted me more than ever, only softly.

my invitations became subtler and so did your signs

we shifted from beer and whiskey, to plum red wines.

When I turned 40, I made so much fuss

I was fading and everyday saw signs I did dread

but your lap was still my abode,

where I rested my little weary head.

And when I was 52, it was much that you always hugged me tight

and kissed me sweet, at times even silly, every single night

You were 60 and we were fighting our constrains

but we spent much more time together than we ever did before

we'd boldly go out, some days were a whirl

and you'd still tell everyone that "she's my girl"

I am 65 and you still hold my umbrella and my hand.

and you kept the promise, to stand

forever, by my side

but there is one more thing I ask for us

and I wish it on every penny and dime

together, there should be another lifetime.