Enduring

If when morning comes
after we have slept
ten thousand years...
would I still awake with no fears
to find your dear hand had dried my tears
Would the eons fall away
back to the day...
when love was new
lasting and true
Amidst angels or demons hovering about
...of this...my Love…I would have no doubt

©Faye Sizemore 8/22/04

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