.....When I'M Sixty-Four?

I hope your hands will always be for me to hold. And, if they are a trifle sweaty, would you mind to overlook this sign of rampant joy? I hope your eyes will always be for me to love. And, if they shed a few shy tears, so would you mind I kissed them all away? I hope your ears will always be for my own words. And if they're sparse at times or casual would you mind me whispering sweet nothings - all day and night? I hope your smile will always be just waiting to shine on me with love and tenderness. And would you mind to save your smile when I am sleeping for morning glory? I hope your lips will always be just waiting, for kisses that sing songs of love for me. And if I hurry out the door still chewing brekkie, I hope you'll want to: look into my eyes, talk into my ears, hold my calloused hands and kiss me 'til I melt.