I read this and i made me smile, but it also made me a sloppy mess. i don't know who said it, but it makes my heart facsimillie tick a little louder
as i turn to you when i am old and gray,
sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch
hearing nothing but the soft breeze
and the calm creak of wood against wood,
i want more than anything
to be able to turn to you,
take your hand in mine
and look into the face
of the one i fell in love with years ago,
i love you
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