No more pretty

I dream about us,
Holding hands,
When i am no more pretty
N you not handsome anymore..

My face laden with wrinkles,
But eyes still shining ,
Reflecting the pain n love,
i have been experiencing ,
And You could still see yourself in the core...

No more words between us to be shared,
Mute whispers conveying the love,
Years passed in anxious nights,
Misunderstandings swept away in waves,
waited for this day sitting at shore  ..

I dream about us,
Despite the diffrences  and rifts ,
Older we get closer we become,
One day or other this gonna be true,
You would love me truely,
I am so sure..