8.

"Outside is so cold

And we're getting old"

Said she with a smile

Thinking back for a while,

Back when she was younger.

She wasn't looking back in anger,

She was doing it with joy

Because she remembered that boy

And how randomly they'd met,

It was as if they'd won a bet!

And she remembered his spirit,

So fun and such wit

And how he'd make her laugh,

How quickly they fell in love...

How she loved his first grey hair,

His first wrinkle, every day,

How she loved it all with him;

And how quickly time had passed,

How many moments turned to past,

How she'd always known it'd last...

"Yeah, outside is so cold

And we've gotten old,

We've gotten old together

And it couldn't get any better!"