My skin shall age with the passing of time,
No longer soft with a subtle glow.
My hair shall take on its winter hue,
No more warm chestnut, but white as snow.
Lost will be the spring in my steps,
A slower pace I shall take on.
Accepting care from strangers,
As we lack, alas, children to rely upon.
Our brief lives we shared for all time,
For our souls never to be estranged
Even by the end of our mortal time.
When my earthly body and life have gone,
My love for you, my love
Shall in my verse forever live young.
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