Saturday, 30 October 2010

No matter the rain and cold
or growing old
if I can be with you.

What odds old age's pains
and niggling strains
if you will still be true.

Who cares the years have passed ?
Nothing can last
except my love for you.

So damn death's growing cold;
let it be told
that what we had was true.

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