She was seven when she first saw him,
He was playing with a Tonka truck in the sand,
And she asked to join him in a whisper,
And he smiled and held out his small hand.
She was ten when she started to feel funny inside
When being around him made her easily blush
And to her best friend and mom she'd confide
Everyone always knew that he was her crush.
She was thirteen when he took her on a date
And she was undeniably on top of the world
And since the very start this had been pure fate
Everything was set out and unfurled.
She was sixteen when he kissed her, for the very first time,
And her first kiss felt the same as her last,
Intoxicating, indulging, unique and wild
For them only a single minute had passed.
She was twenty when he asked her to marry him,
On a cruise ship with music and beautiful wine
And she had screamed yes with tears in her eyes
Although she had knew he would ask the whole time.
She was thirty when they had their daughter,
And everything fell directly into place,
Like their love had been written in the galaxies
By twinkling stars that were aligned in space.
She was forty, and they had three other kids,
And she was more in love than ever before
And he brought her roses for no reason
Never in her life had she dreamed of more.
She was fifty when they both retired,
And he took her on another cruise
Told her that he had incurable cancer
And that to this their love would lose.
What a woman lives for,
Is laughter,
Being able to laugh with family and friends
And always feeling welcomed and invited
And having friendship that never ends.
What a woman lives for,
Is beauty,
Feeling beautiful in her most ugly state
And having a love that identifies it
And kisses that are never too late.
What a woman lives for,
Is love,
Everlasting, unconditional, pure
One that is fierce and hot
And for which there is no cure.
She was sixty when she leaned over his bed,
And he was pale and cold and almost gone,
And she thought of the years of love they shared
And was scared at how she would move on.
She was seventy when he passed away,
And for her his memory flickered, would last,
And he kissed her a last time, just like the first,
For their love only a minute had passed.
