He wonders often what it is
That makes her want to stay
What does she see that others can't
For others turned away.

No, it can't be wealth or status
He's but a simple man
And the dreams of youth have vanished
Yes ev'ry single plan.

He never thought that looks were his
She tends to disagree
And he could be more romantic
But sure, he tries to be.

And his hair once fine and golden
Is turning thin and gray
And the strength of youth is waning
And more each passing day.

Then he asks her one day plainly,
"Just why do you still care?"
She just looks at him and smiles,
"I've found a treasure rare!"

A gentle soul won't fade away
It's as the purest gold
For it won't decay or tarnish
And never shall grow old.