If I was to Live to A Hundred and Four - Love sonnet

If i was to live to a'hundred and four,

Getting older, years would pass and go,     

Who knows which way i'd turn; open which door?  

 Memorys made of happieness and woe.

But amid mystry i would know for sure,

You're the one i will love ever more. 

If when i get there i will wish to be,

A third my age, i would simply say, 

More time for me with you and you with me.

Laughing,we go along our tiresome way,

I am the lock and you're missing key. 

\But when I am old, i will only pray, 

That you do still love me and always will. 

And when we rest at last, 

i say I have always loved you and love you stil.