Over Time
As we live longer my feelings grow stronger.
For a girl as valuable as gold, I'll treasure her 'til I'm old.
We can sit and stare at cloudy skies, but I'd rather it be your blue eyes.
Live my life to see their corners crinkle even when surrounded by wrinkles.
We'll live life day by day; just don't you ever go away.
We'll make every moment fun all without regard to sun.
I'll always improve upon my charms until we're welcomed by God's arms.
But first I must make you mine, and try to earn you over time. -TK
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