I met a man in the sunset of his years.
His gait was slow,
His hand trembled,
His eyes were weak,
His ears heard in whispers.
And I loved him,
this man in the sunset of his years.

He said "No, don't waste your life on me.
I am too old. Seek a young man."
I said "But I want you."
And I gave him my youth,
this man in the sunset of his years.

It has been four years now.
His step no longer stumbles,
His hand no longer shakes,
His eyes now see the love
I bear for him in my heart,
His ears hear the music of the angels.
He is gone.
And I miss him,
this man in the sunset of his years.