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The melding of two bodies,
The surging of two souls;
Love between the two of us
Keeps us from growing old.
It was on the day we married,
The day we said I do;
It was then I made you mine,
The proof that I loved you.
Now the years are passing
And we can hardly see,
Where the one of us begins
or the other person ends.
Growing old together,
What a special way to age.
Together we have grown
Like oregano and sage. |
