Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?"
U r sweeter than honey.
purer than milk.
softer than flower.
since i have u as my lover,
come to me near,
i"ll kiss ur lips without fear.
u"ll say, having u is treasure & be wit me for ever.
