Old Love

I want old love, the kind that takes years To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun With the hard times forgiven and done I want old love, the kind that seeps in It isn't cold, love, it's never brittle or thin It's the long kiss, it's the curl of a sigh Down a hallway, in the middle of the night I want old love, the kind that can see Through the holes, love, that live underneath All our false cheer, bravado and pride Through the old fears we carry inside I want old love, the kind that can say What it knows, love, and what it learned on the way In that one voice, familiar and strange Only old love remembers your name I want old love, the kind that holds on When it's told, love, that all hope is gone Against all odds, wagers and prayers To the wall love, to the furthest somewhere I want old love, the kind that takes years To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun With the hard times forgiven and done