Another Love Poem
Can every tomorrow be guaranteed?
Will our love live forever and a day?
One can’t predict what tomorrow may bring
But our love is certain as this year’s spring.
Can the sun be stopped from rising each day?
Can a bard cease writing his love poems?
If tomorrow may dawn another day
And we find the sun has lost its own way
A poet that day will write words like this:
“Tomorrows may come but then again no
Yet the love you share will prosper and grow
If the sun never cast another ray
The love in your hearts will light the way
For your future tomorrows come what may.”
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