It’s a Long Story

Though my eyes may grow dim
Yet still I see him
And all of his colours glow bright
I am still as beguiled
By the breadth of his smile
As I was on that long ago night
Though I may have grown old
I am wrapped from the cold
By love, and by laughter and grace
Though winter is near
I can’t understand fear
As his arms are my special safe place
I may not be the girl
In a hot-blooded whirl
Who said yes without even a thought
But the life we have shared
With its joys and its cares
Can never be bartered or bought