The man in the striped red shirt
Waits patiently outside the fitting rooms
Holding his wife's purse.
He has grey hair,
And rough hands.
His eyes twinkle when she walks out
And he gets a faint, gasping smile.
She feels pretty when his eyes twinkle,
And he gets that gasping smile.
She feels pretty when she thinks that
After all these years
She still takes his breath away,
So she smiles too,
And smooths his grey hair,
And holds his rough hands.