Growing Old With Me

Part of you just will not do
I did not fall in love with just great parts
You see without everything else
Then you could never be you
That scar tells a story about you
Which has shaped you into who you are
Your wrinkles, freckles and moles
I have traced my fingers over them
Kissed each one tenderly
You are so beautiful just the way you are
As we grow older I will love
Each new wrinkle that appears
And when our hair turns to grey
I will love you even more.