My Christina Rose

My Christina Rose Before another sunrise Lord let me see her eyes Before another sunset Let me kiss those lips I can’t forget I lived for more than six decades Been through fantasies and charades Lead down the aisle with a hook in my nose None of it means a thing since my Christina Rose Before another sunrise Lord let me see her eyes Before another sunset Let me kiss those lips I can’t forget Shorter days, lower temps, sad sights Babe let’s snuggle through the nights Warm my heart as the cold wind blows Share my life my love my Christina Rose Tim Windisch 10/27/2023