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Mar 2015
Would You Love Me

When I've grown frail and old
my back bent, listed and bowed
and could no longer clasp nor hold
the hand once strong and bold ?

When memory at length fails
faded photos, only keepsakes
for all that we dare and bare
would you love me still and care ?

Would you touch this face
as you used to in my gaze
caress my cheeks so tender
all lines and creases age render ?

Or gently trace with your fingertips
so lovingly the once soft pink lips
wipe and kiss tears, doubts away
assuage so sweetly that fears allay.

Would you linger and be there
Till the last drop of hail and rain
even after dying trees have gone bare
and all lands turn dry and stale ?

Would love thrive, not be doomed
in this sullen world, after flowers bloomed
green grasses grown under the insolent moon
over the spot of my earthly womb ?

This love professed in eternal bond
to the ends of time and beyond
no greater emotion can rival love
ne’er time nor space, than love itself.

Delilah Causin,Β Β March 8, 2015
Written by
Delilah I Causin  F/Philippines
(F/Philippines)   
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