Until We're Old

by Stephen   Mar 10, 2024

Some say the stress isn't worth it
and I should probably give up;
truthfully, there is no limit to my love.
Moving mountains and splitting oceans
seems hopeless without ambition,
I'm definitely dedicated.
Those blinded to my envisions
won't comprehend, but I won't
bend, break or fold.
When you're freezing from life's cold
I'll share the warmth of my soul
until we're old.

Stephen Greenleaf © 2024


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