You need not fear that time will touch your face,
Nor need you worry that some people die,
There's nothing in the world that can erase,
The words of love that flow from you and I.
For when we speak a word, that word remains
Beyond the ageing confines of the clock,
And all the weary, world of worried pains
Is shattered like a glass upon a rock.
I hold your hand, I whisper in your ear,
I pass away the night held in your arms,
And time becomes a fickle, fleeting fear,
That every moment with you gently calms.
And when the darkness closes in on me,
Your words will fill my soul eternally.
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