Will you love me when I am old?
When am wrinkled,
When my eyes have lost their sparkle?
Will you love me when my breasts sag,
And I have given up fighting the battle with fat and age?
Will you love me when my mind takes longer to create thought,
And my creative ideas become shadows,
When the mind that you now love is slow?
Will you love me when my skin is not so smooth,
And this body that you adore isn’t as shapely as it is now?
Will you love me and cherish me,
Until we are old and grey,
Walking slowly into the sunset.