Loving You

The stars may pale,
the skies may grey,
but I’ll be here
loving you.

Mountains may crumble,
the sea might rise,
but I’ll still be here
loving you.

No matter what the crisis
that life might bring,
my heart will be here
loving you.

As age wrinkles
and takes away our charms.
I’ll still be here
with loving open arms.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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