How many years now, has it been
Since I first lost my heart to you-
The hands of time moved swiftly on,
And stand at forty two.
Tho' age will always take it's toll,
And the beauty of youth may go,
My passion and my love for you
Have never ceased to grow.
The youthful lad upon the stage
The years have left behind.
And in their place upon that stage,
There stands an older Man.
That man I loved, I'm loving still,
My passion burns as bright.
My hands still yearn to touch your face,
My arms to hold you tight.
My lips still burn to taste your skin
And make your pulse's race!
To hold you, love you, lie with you
In the silence of my night.