Will you be who you are to me

When I am old, broken and bent just the willow tree.

Will you hold me just as tight, from morning sun right through the night.

And will you whisper you love me, even when you’re alone and out of sight.

Will your heart beat when our eyes meet. Or your skin tremble when our bodies lock in that passionate entangle. And will your sweet, sweet lips seek out mine when troubled waters flow through our minds. And will you dance with me to our favourite song, way into the dark after the band have all gone.

I will. X