Grow old with me, gain weight.
Let the wrinkles crown our face.
Let time be our best friend.
Lie next to me in bed.
Let all the letters fade.
Lie in the bed we made.
May all the world be known to our fate.
Grow old with me, gain weight.
Tell it to me straight,
how much you love me so,
what direction we should go.
Let our love extend.
Let our hair grow gray at ends.
May all the world be known to our fate.
Grow old with me, be brave.
All the world will know.
Time becomes our fate.
Lie next to each others grave.
Do not predict my death,
my sweet, and aging flesh.
Grow old with me my love,
and we shall join above.
Death shall not due us part.
I take you to my heart.
Grow old with me,
and let us never part.
Very beautiful sentiment. This
is true love, when it happens.
Enjoyed your poem.
Heather Wilkins
what a realistic way done poem.... love the expresions and composition of sweet words for ex friend... hmmm soo rich poem ..love it