Love of an old man

Time flies
On its crystal lines
Between the waves
Under the burning sun
Leaves from a healthy green
Turns to a golden brown
From a healthy strong young gentleman
To a golden old man
But a love on his old heart
Still as pure as gold
His hands and legs may shake
But love stood Still,
As much as before..
For the white hair lady standing on the door
Who he'll love until his last tomorrow