Growing In Years

He is my gentle seduction that makes me lighter than air he holds onto me firmly so I won't up and disappear Not that I don't love him but in fact, I love him so dear but remember, I told you, he makes me lighter than air He has to be my angel God sent me, I, unaware for years I stopped dreaming I guess out of lonely fear But today, I woke from dreaming,with him kissing my ear how perfect our love is, in our older years enjoying those simpler things like cooking fishing or just holding the other near He is my handsome husband the father of my children, our truest bliss soon the grandfather to the symbol of all these growing in loving years