I take you or granted every day
Even when you give me a shock
Every three years, warning me
To listen to your heart more.
Move to a steady beat,
And make longer strides into the future
Watch my hair turn grey, as I worry
Don’t shock me anymore, my heart is weaker than yours-
I might even kiss you more.
Is it too much to ask you to
Move to the steady beat
Of the light in our eyes
And the smiles we will share?
53 is not a large number, make it rounder.