Do you love me in december as you do in may?

He: Will you love me in december as you do in may?
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way? 
When my hair hair has all turned gray?
Will you kiss me then and say, that you love me in december as you do in may?
She: I love you every month of my life. 

Even when your hair turned gray! And I say:

When the bloom of fair youth has flown...
Well, our lips will still meet!
And when life's setting sun fades away, and all is said and gone...

I still will entwine and cares you, 

And our hearts will beat as one! For Sure ♥