A 1968 mustang

Will you still love me when my locks have turned gray

My dark skin losing texture inevitable as my ashes to one day fly with jays

As the ticks of the clock refuse to stop you'll join me one day

Transformed into youthful lovebirds gazing the sunset overtop the bay

Eyes hungry for the wild side of the years to come

Precious moments quickly over for others but not some

Feel my fingers grazing your hair as my lips hum in your open ears

Speeding in a 1968 mustang let go of your fears

Route 101 seems to never end why not our lifetime

Hush, listen to the wedding bells chime

Dressed from head to toe in white

As we take our last slow dance, not letting you out of sight

The golden years have bestowed upon us

However that doesn't kill my lust

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