I wonder if you’ll love me, when were ninety three, I hope I go before you, that’s just how it should be.........will you think I’m beautiful, with me all old and grey, well you still think I’m lovely, when I have aged that way.........will you love my grand babies, the way you love your own, will our family meet Sundays, when our children are all grown.......when you look back on our lives, will you be moved to tears, will you recall when we met, are you proud of our years........will you tell stories off us, and all the things we’ve seen, talk of us like yesterday, will your eyes start to gleam..............will it still be me my love, would I still be your choice, was our love more than enough, to make your heart rejoice............when our time on earth is threw, if there’s life after this, will we meet again my love, will we always exist.....