Silver and gold,
so many stories you have that are untold,
and the stories you tell, you tell them well,
and in your eyes, your eyes that mesmerise,
and that are filled with warmth,
and that are so inviting,
and joyful, and funny,
and never frightening,
there is literary silver and gold,
and such wonders to behold,
such wonders to behold in the stories that you keep inside,
and that you share with me,
and how I delight in every word,
that comes from your mouth,
because every word that you say, they set fire to my soul,
and how you captivate me with the stories that you tell,
and no matter how many times you tell the stories,
they never grow old,
yes, silver and gold,
that I'd what I call you my friend,
and how I love you,
for you are a hearty soul
a hearty soul,
and what better a place to be,
than beside the fire with you my friend,
drinking wine, and talking and laughing all the time,
and not worrying about getting old,
not worrying about getting old.