Will he love you when your chins grow double?
Teeth fall out? That’s not a trouble
Will he love your ever-growing girth?
Enjoy its bounce, not showing mirth
Will he love your silver halo hair?
Your stubbly chin, like it’s not there?
Will he love your cuddle-chubby arms?
Your padded rump, your pillowed charms?
Ah yes, with age your gifts decrease
What’s hot grows cold and passions cease
And yet, the married long attest
What Time bestows can be Love’s best