The night is cool,
standing on the balcony,
looking up at the stars above the Eiffel tower,
a light wind blows my hair around my face,
I slightly shiver,
goose bumps form on my body.
I tilt my head to the left,
hearing you come up behind me,
you wrap your arms around my waist,
and gently kiss my collar bone,
feeling the goose bumps on my skin with you lips.
We both stand there,
a warm feeling washing over both of us,
then we hear a melody being carried to us by the wind,
its a light tune being played by a sweet little elderly man,
he standing on the side walk,
he gazes up to the window,
we follow his gaze,
there at the open window is a elderly women standing with a rose in her hand,
she stares at the man strumming on his guitar to her in silence.
Then as the sweet little elderly man plucks the last note of the song,
we turn to each other and giggle,
we are happy to see such love still can exist at that age,
in so, we turn back in our room with a bigger smile on our faces,
hoping in our older age,
our love can still be as strong as their's is,
and as strong as it is now.
