Grow Old With Me - Poem by Yor Nella
Grow old with me my lovely wife, I pray,
and let's hold hands as we walk through each day
facing together the passage of time
for I'll always be yours and you'll be mine.
You are the very darling of my heart
and I feel so lost when we are apart.
Even when death comes it will never divide
for I know you'll always be at my side
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