When
the final droplet
of rain
has kissed the ground,
and the last breeze
has drifted away.
When the earth
no longer turns,
and the morning’s flickering flame
no longer burns.
When the tides
no longer ebb and flow,
and the last wave
has touched the sandy shores.
And when the sun
has retired
from warming the day,
and the stars
have all faded away.
Still
my love for you
will remain.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
When
the final droplet
of rain
has kissed the ground,
and the last breeze
has drifted away.
When the earth
no longer turns,
and the morning’s flickering flame
no longer burns.
When the tides
no longer ebb and flow,
and the last wave
has touched the sandy shores.
And when the sun
has retired
from warming the day,
and the stars
have all faded away.
Still
my love for you
will remain.
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