Golden Lace

Why do I long to see her face,

Pretty woman with golden lace?

It seems to have gone are our days,

But her smile give strenght to my knees.

Perhaps her lace made of gold

Makes her lovelier a billion-fold,

Perhaps that what I long to see...

Would she ever hand it to me?

Why do I long to hear her voice,

The melody amidst all noise?

Our hair are already silver,

Yet we're eager to scream louder.

Perhaps her lace made of gold

Has some stories yet to be told,

Perhaps those what I long to hear...

Would she whisper them to my ear?

But what is really in the lace

That wrinkles of hers are erased

To put the heart of mine in cage,

As she tells me to be her guest.

Would the lace be tied around us,

Or allow this moment to pass?

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