A Moonlight Stroll
Eternal as the sea's unceasing roll,
our love is real; we never pretend;
so let's hold hands and take a moonlight stroll.
Though the sands of time have levied a toll,
rather than break, our hearts learned how to bend,
eternal as the sea's unceasing roll.
Death assumes we will relinquish control,
and yet, we don't believe Death is the end,
so let's hold hands and take a moonlight stroll.
Age wears us down, grating flesh, heart, and soul,
but Death is nothing that love can't transcend,
eternal as the sea's unceasing roll.
We are matching halves of what makes us whole,
you're my soulmate, as well as my best friend,
so let's hold hands and take a moonlight stroll.
One day, grief will ink our life dark as coal;
yet love, trust, and faith are a potent blend,
eternal as the sea's unceasing roll;
so let's hold hands and take a moonlight stroll.
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