some love stories are never never to be lost or forgotten, despite the ravages of time.
|We had a story to be told, and we wrote it,
as we lived it, one page at a time,
until the end.
And endless hours waiting, as we dreamed,
waiting and watching our precious ink dry,
Now turned to years, with a sprinkling of tears,
the hero and heroine unchanged, remain,
But our journey stopped, placed high on a shelf,
to gather the dust every love story collects,
But despite the passage and ravage of time,
our book will not die, our truth remains,