She:

Some silver strands, a loose vagina

And a pair of sagging breasts is all that is left

Would you still want me, my love, to be your next?

Memories of past quite often haunt,

Constant pain and tears I flaunt

Lust has ended, love… is all that is left

Would you still want me, my love, to be your next?

Long walks now curtailed within the house

Creaking joints and no strength to lose

Wrinkles of memories and walking stick is all that is left

Would you still want me, my love, to be your next?

He:

With time gone by, we’ve survived the worst,

In two different worlds, the life took its own turns

With all the years lost, love’s all that is left

Grant me my love, the honour to have you as my forever next