Treasures we own..together:
When my hand is wrinkled so,
it's Ты that I will still want Ты know.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
My long red hair blowing in the breeze,
we loved each other with ease.
Now in the park your hand I hold,
you keep me warm as it turns cold.
We sit on a bench and feed the birds,
not a single word needs to be heard.
Remembrances of years gone by,
we both smile...we both sigh.
Remembering our first glance,
and for hours how we danced.
The Цветы Ты gave to me for no reason,
and the little things Ты did every season,
made me a believer in true love....
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