My Christina Rose

Before another sunrise

Lord let me see her eyes

Before another sunset

Let me kiss those lips I can’t forget

I lived for more than six decades

Been through fantasies and charades

Lead down the aisle with a hook in my nose

None of it means a thing since my Christina Rose

Before another sunrise

Lord let me see her eyes

Before another sunset

Let me kiss those lips I can’t forget

Shorter days, lower temps, sad sights

Babe let’s snuggle through the nights

Warm my heart as the cold wind blows

Share my life my love my Christina Rose

Tim Windisch

10/27/2023