Writings on wrinkles

To stay with you and gray with you

To clasp my hands and lips in yours

To utter words in silence because our hearts have learnt to speak to each other

To watch our younglins leave and their offspring grow

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I’ll play like Mozart with the strings of your wrinkles

And take prayer walks through the peace of your iris

I’ll love you because one has taught me love through His sacrifice

I’ll love you because there is no other way I’ll want to live

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