does it always last?

that fresh love,
so sweet, so tender

that beyond long years
you shall remember

and even when
you swear you hate

that initial promise
guards the gate

or is it weakened
by gentle time

and recognized
by a look's remind

and laid upon
its partner's breast

when both lovers
sleep their final rest.

Did you walk the dog
Did you make some tea
I don’t know what’s
Come over me
I don’t want to do it
I’d rather rest
Watch some TV
Not take a quest
I’m just feeling lazy
Want to stay in bed
Covers are pulled
Right over my head
I’m hiding from others
I’m hiding from self
I’d much rather be sitting
Upon a shelf
It’s easier to do nothing
Than get involved
I’d rather be hiding
And be absolved
But I do peep out
And what do I see
A friendly smile
Coming at me
Maybe it’s not so bad
Maybe I can give it a try
I think I’ll go out now
Oh well, bye bye