When we grow old, with grey seeping into our very bones, when the last beauty of youth fades, I will still be sitting right by you. When all around us seems to be in winter, I shall remind you of the springs we shared. Of forays into fancy, and the roads that we travelled.
When all seems to be drowning in pain and sorrow, I will catch a twinkle in your shinning eye. I will laugh, I will smile, even if it brings an ache to my heart. When quiet surrounds you, and you are lost in silent contemplation, I will grasp your frail hands in my own. All will be well. When we have lost the ones we love, and minds begin to wonder in the wilds of time, I swear, I will remember every single moment with you.
When all seems to be drowning in pain and sorrow, I will catch a twinkle in your shinning eye. I will laugh, I will smile, even if it brings an ache to my heart. When quiet surrounds you, and you are lost in silent contemplation, I will grasp your frail hands in my own. All will be well. When we have lost the ones we love, and minds begin to wonder in the wilds of time, I swear, I will remember every single moment with you.
When anger stirs in my consideration, I will think of you and your soothing verse. I will be calm. When I have said last goodbyes' to others, I will call on you for comfort. We will think of them together.
When I think of giving in, I will look to you. You are my guide. Even unto to the very end of my days. For, although I lost you long ago, in the days of proud youth… I talked to you everyday - and knew that you were with me.
Friendship like ours holds power over death, it knows no bounds. I do not say farewell, for we have many things to look forward to. Although, it will be hard, without your hand to lift the burden and your smile to light the way.
Evermore, I will seek you in dark places, and know you if (happy chance), we pass along the road. I will be strong. I will not despair. When the hour comes, I will run to you... Together we will walk into the great beyond...
When I think of giving in, I will look to you. You are my guide. Even unto to the very end of my days. For, although I lost you long ago, in the days of proud youth… I talked to you everyday - and knew that you were with me.
Friendship like ours holds power over death, it knows no bounds. I do not say farewell, for we have many things to look forward to. Although, it will be hard, without your hand to lift the burden and your smile to light the way.
Evermore, I will seek you in dark places, and know you if (happy chance), we pass along the road. I will be strong. I will not despair. When the hour comes, I will run to you... Together we will walk into the great beyond...
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