The book has grown old,
They both stand in the doorway, full grown,
She has strands of radiant grey, that she refuses to let stay,
If I don\'t notice, she lets me know,
What I have seen and done, no longer haunts or shows, it seems I\'ve won...
She loved me equally,
They have matured beautifully,
What awaits me?
I think I\'ve seen, it was She,
Who I adore completely,
She was right, it was meant to be.