a Promise
These eyes may loose sight of your vision,
My fingers could fall short of your gentle warmth,
One ear after the other will inescapably grow deaf to your melody,
This nose incapable of collecting even the blurred melange of your wake,
And my lips far too aged to taste the sweetest treasure of your own.
Time will reclaim all that I am.
But my heart will never forget my love for you.
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