A Middle-Aged Love Story

With every tick of the clock, my dear,
The days go singing by,
And the skies are blue and our hearts are true,
And there's love in your laughing eye.
And never you care if the silver hair
Steals into each golden lock,
For your heart must know you dearer grow
With every tick of the clock.

With every tick of the clock, my dear,
We drift from the shores of youth,
And we swifter glide on the broader tide
Of the grander sea of truth. 
The flight of time but smoothes to rhyme
Life's every grief and shock,
And we nearer grow in love's glad glow
With every tick of the clock.