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Poetry about growing old with someone
Would you still love me
If I was old and grey?
Wrinkles on my body
Eyes full of wonder
I'm tired and weary
But I feel so full of life
And I always look at you
Like we're still twenty years old
Laughing and smiling together
Spending long days at the beach
Going out on a picnic when the leaves are falling
Warm coffee in our hands as the rain pours outside
Sitting by the fireplace during winter nights
Wrapped up in your gentle embrace
This is when I decided I wanted to be with you forever
Even if we're eighty, I still love you the same
Holding hands with you as we walk down the street
Helping you get ready, fixing your tie for you
A soft peck on your cheek to wish you goodbye
As you go on your day, I stay at home
Knitting while I sit on my rocking chair
And when it's time to go, I'll be with you at the end
I promised my life to you, forever and always
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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