Tyettea Singletary Poet I do not know?

As We Grow Old

Who can explain the love between
                                             two  connected 
                                                    souls.
                         More precious than rubies, and 
                                            worth more than 
                                               pirate's gold.
                          Beauty that's compared to a new 
                                      blooming rose as it's
                                      petals begin to unfold.
                          Just as a secret that has been
                              promised to never be told.
                          As I grasp on to all of our memories
                                            and never let go.
                         The same I shall do to your hand 
                                      until it's to wrinkled to
                                                     hold.
                          Then shall we tell other's the
                                         story of our love.
                                         "As We Grow old."


Copyright 2006 Tyettea Singletary

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