Passion has flown, & now no longer
lingers,
Yet, holding onto love with wrinkled old
fingers,
Merely hoping to find, what life has
cruelly taken,
Waiting, from the nightmare, to one day
awaken.
Love is still there, but has now dwindled &
cooled,
Replacing words of desire, with babbling so
drooled,
Memory lost in time, with promised oath &
long life,
Converting to carers, the patient old husband
& wife.
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