STILL I'LL CALL THEE

Thine soft and tender skin

That I used to caresses fondly

One day it wilt wrinkle and wither

Leaving no charms for others.

When that very day has come,

Holding thine wrinkled and withered hand,

Still I'll call thee 'Sweety'

Thine long and blonde hair

That I used to caresses fondly

One day it wilt turn white and hoary

Leaving no charms for others.

When  that very day has come,

Gentle stroking your hoary hair, 

Still I'll call thee 'Lovely'

Thine glittering and sparkling eyes

That I used to stare fondly,

One day it wilt withered and dazzled,

Leaving no glitters for others;

When that very day has come

Staring into thine dazzle eyes

Still I'll call thee 'Honey'

Time wilt pass by so slowly,

The vale of our years wilt turn up

Becoming old and irksome Granny

When everyone wilt call you 'Irksome Granny';

When that very wild day has come

Caressing your wrinkled cheeks

Still I call thee 'My only LOVE'