Under the mighty oak tree.

The mighty oak tree.

Even though you are old and have gray hair, you continue to turn me on and I don't care. My eyes may fade like the waves in the sea, but your beauty will always be there. I love you more than you can count the stars in the sky. You hold a special place in my heart. When it's time, you must leave. I won't weep, and I won't mourn, because I have loved you for so long. I will be strong like the mighty oak tree out my window. I see that life was always simple. I always loved your dimples.