Til The End Of Time



A dying rose he gave to me,
Thorns intact and smelling sweet,
With tears in his eyes,
And love in his heart,
He gave what he had,
That we would not part,
A silly squabble with regretful words,
And I ran off, the "I LOVE YOU!" not heard,
With his hand extended, touching mine,
He said, "I want you for all times."
I leaned to kiss him, all hurtful words behind,
I gave him my promise,
I am yours, til the end of time.
3-98




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