Life
One by one my days grow old.
Their faded edges curl
Like an old discarded paperback.
Words fall like scrambled eggs
From the pages
Their meaning lost in dust
Would that I could rewrite one day
The first time you looked at me
When I knew love
to be more than a fairy tale
A lifetime cannot be called back
Nor can it be captured in another’s eyes
There is but one true love
I will be with you soon
To sing of us under new dancing stars…
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