You were not my first love
But,
if fate is kind,
You
will be my last.
Let
us then grow old together
Counting
seasons wrapped
Inside
each other's arms
Listening
to the music that
We
know so well.
Hold
hands and strolling
Along
beaches in our autumn sun,
Watching
as the seagulls work
Their
magic with the wind
And
wondering what secrets
Lie
beneath the sands along the shore.
We
are two,
Yet
we are one.
Bound
in spirit, heart and soul.
Heaven
smiles on earth below
To
bring together our last love.
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