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.”