Will You Love Me When I'm Old
The art of losing isn't hard to master
so many things in life come and go,
Just like young and filled with the intents
of getting old,
As wrinkles form and old age settles in,
will you want me as you did back then?
Then You look at me with burns of fire
with heated up desires
Then the words came out just like back then
Your as beautiful as the day we meet
I will never have any regrets.
You are in my sand of yesterday
You are my clay of today,
You are my quilt of our Love
And in Death we will share a coffin together.
Lilly Emery
Poetic Lilly Emery
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