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Love can never grow old.
Locks may lose their brown and gold.
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow.
But the hearts that love will know,
never winter’s frost and chill,
summer’s warmth is in them still.
by Leo Buscaglia

* i am afraid *

That one day you wont be there.
That I wont wake up and hear your voice or see your face
I do not look forward to that day. I am afraid

I should be happy that there is today
to be with you, to laugh with you
to feel your arms holding me tight
I love today, but I am afraid