Old Mr. Johnson and his wife attend my church.
Fifty-two years and they still love like it's the first.
He holds the door, she holds his hand, they kiss a little.
He helps her in the truck, she slides right to the middle.
And so one day I ask him how they keep the fire alive.
He said: "You see two old people, but somethin' down deep inside.
"Love is always sixteen.
"It's always the same, though people might change
"Its forever young:
"Love don't have to turn cold, though lovers grow old.
"Love don't have to grow weak,
"