This love

I will love you always.
When this hair is white,
I will still love you.
When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age,
I will still want to touch your skin.
When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled,
of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes,
when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,
I will treasure you all the more,
because I was there to see it all.
I will share your life with you,
and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.

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