Fickle as all pssions are
We must descend there-
From to live. Here in the
Valley of the Shadow
We pass our uncertain days
Regaling our selves with the
Remembrance of derring do
Of forrner times but for all our
Boasting would not returm
Except there were an Everest
Of enduring passion that could
Survive. Such is the quest of old
Age to know Love that alters not
Nor need we ever depart from
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
Fickle as all pssions are
We must descend there-
From to live. Here in the
Valley of the Shadow
We pass our uncertain days
Regaling our selves with the
Remembrance of derring do
Of forrner times but for all our
Boasting would not returm
Except there were an Everest
Of enduring passion that could
Survive. Such is the quest of old
Age to know Love that alters not
Nor need we ever depart from