love reminds
soon, time lessens me
emaciates me, and you
begin to ask, why is love
like that? is it not supposed
to be eternal? oh yes,
only in thought,
in spirit, but not this body
its dead cells lose the
luster the gloss
but if you love and
truly love, nothing
matters, there is no
worry, affection blooms
in wrinkled skins,
trust sticks on arthritic
bones,
companionship stays
like bark on trees ...
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