I look in the mirror
and i see an old wrinkled face
that i do not recognise anymore.
my eyes seem sad and tired
and my thin, fragile body cannot stand another day.
but beneath all this
there's my heart still beating.
and within my heart is a love
that has been burning
ever since the day it met yours.
i know i was just 18,
and they all said i'd get over it.
i thought i would but at 80 close to death, i still pray for you every night before i sleep.
the man who lies next to me,
is a man i love but not like i did you...
you were my first love...so it's true when they say that a first love last forever because mine for you surely has.i love you and always will
note:im not 80.but i think thats the way i will feel at 80...
