Old age love

Anticipating the evening laying out before me
looking in the mirror for the hundredth time
Was it blue or green the colors of his eyes?

I remember the night we met all kept in memory
I recall the exact place he kissed me
It was on the porch oh no maybe not maybe a car?

He was wearing a blue suit oh wait maybe its brown
shirt was white or yellow
Perhaps he was wearing jeans, I remember it well?

Young love is such a whirl winding time in life
Think you will never forget the circumstances
Time creeps up on you without warning.

I hear him coming I love him so
He gives me a wonderful feeling down in my toes
Here he comes walking so tall and proud.

Oh no wait a minute I lost his name I will wait
He will call mine out and I will remember his.
'My beautiful Rosie how beautiful you look.'

'Oh Franklin you so handsome in your suit
lets just sit here for a while and chat.'

So tonight we are Rosie and Franklin
Who care's last night we were Barbara and Stan...

Love is wonderful in old age. What's in a name anyway?