The Older Man

If you could be young again,
would your choice be me?
Would notice that I was there?

Would you admire me for more then my mind?
Would you love me at all?
If only you were young again.

I would still love,
new or old.
I would love the same.

You wouldn't have to hide from me.
You could touch my hair and
kiss me lips.

I wish upon this starry night for this to be so.
But God made you man
and I made younger woman.

I want to be yours.
I want to be your only.
I want, I want. . .

Hold my hand
for you hold my heart.
Love my soul
for it belongs to you.

I love you.
I want you to know that
no matter how far apart we are,

I hold you dear in my heart
always. . .