N's XXXV

Time moves on
So do we
But I can’t say the same
When I think about you
When I think about you kissing me
When I think about me kissing you
When I think of your touch
It is simply too much
Also too little, I wish
I were a fisherman, and you were my fish
Thirty five - not too bad
About fourteen percent better than forty
Nothing’s perfect however - they say
Nothing but your smile and your lips
When I think of them, do dance my hips
On this day of May that’s twenty fifth
Wishing you to enjoy your life, but also to
Close your eyes and kiss me like you can
Both of us remember that’s amazing, babe