Lines

We're older now than when we met, 

And wearing other things

And isn't that a good thing when

We count our lines by time?

The eyes I use inside my head

Were wary of the other girls

But I see it's a lovely thing

That yours still look in mine.

The smile you raise across your face

Ages when you look at mine

But isn't that a good thing when

We count our time by lines?