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