I would be okay with growing old with you…
You make my heart sing a new tune. like as new as the morning dew…
Your heart is fleshy with love for the world to see…
And I like your eyes because they glitter
When ever you see me…
You are the best friend a person could ever have…
You care about people, and don’t put ’em on a slab…
You are the one I wouldn’t mind growing old with…
I would not mind being cold with…
I wouldn’t mind being hungry with…
Poetry
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aw. *tear
Thanks so much!