It’s been some years that we have grown
To think of all that made our home
The nights are worst, or so it goes
Our ‘spring would be fifteen and nine
If we had let them both survive
The dogs would live with love divine
We could’ve swam with massive fry
Or sang again while we’re alone
At home or through the telephone
Basked beneath the wild skies
To give a laugh and take surprise
A hundred hearts, one day each year
And two to hold our loved ones near
Who knows what else would be, my dear
Or might’ve been in place of fear
And now I wait for something more
Til death doth part our lives before
The time has come, whence we’ll be sure
It wasn’t worth a life less pure
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 1:38 AM UTC
It’s been some years that we have grown
To think of all that made our home
The nights are worst, or so it goes
Our ‘spring would be fifteen and nine
If we had let them both survive
The dogs would live with love divine
We could’ve swam with massive fry
Or sang again while we’re alone
At home or through the telephone
Basked beneath the wild skies
To give a laugh and take surprise
A hundred hearts, one day each year
And two to hold our loved ones near
Who knows what else would be, my dear
Or might’ve been in place of fear
And now I wait for something more
Til death doth part our lives before
The time has come, whence we’ll be sure
It wasn’t worth a life less pure
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