True Love

Poem By fiona evans

When you look into his eyes,
And you see your future.
When you are old and grey,
Sitting by his side,
Hand in hand.
With a smile on your face,
Even though,
You are close to death.
For you know,
That eventually he will join you.
So you sit there,
Not thinking about the end.
But about the future.

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