We've
read about undying love,
As
Shakespeare's writings tell,
And
Browning's wrote about a love
That
time could not dispel.
They'll
be no one to phrase for us,
Immortal
lines of prose,
And
music to this love of ours,
No
one will ere' compose.
No
sonnets shall we pen ourselves,
For
future hearts to share.
No
one will ever understand,
The
depth to which we care.
Our
letters that we’ve saved for years
Shall
someday die in flame,
Accomplished
their intentions, they
Will
never know of fame.
Our
flesh shall free our spirits and
Will
crumble into dust.
Our
souls will live forever, with
Eternal
love and trust. |