A Tale of Love
we painted rainbows
you and I,
'cross our golden sky;
one by one the years
rolled away,
but a vow,once made,
still lives on,
brightly,as before;
this pot of treasure
worth much more than gold;
riches,untold
to sustain us,as
we grow old;
this love,grows not cold
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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