Written while watching my husband play guitar
One day you'll be too old to play,
And I'll be too frail to sing.
Yet as I sit here in this room,
I find I'm listening.
You strum out the echoes of our love,
You play a rhythm sweet.
I don't know how long I have with you,
But right now you're here with me.
Because it won't always be this way;
We won't always get to dance.
But I'll love you then like I love you now,
If I ever get the chance.