A Question of Love
Will you still love me when years roll on by
And face to face we see changes appear?
Still hold my hand when the storm clouds draw nigh,
Stand by my side as the future we steer?
Till voices weaken and with fading sigh
Pathways diverge to a final frontier?
On bended knee he looks into her eyes -
'Why my dear Alfred, of course' she replies.
28.06.19
‘Rima Ottava Poetry Contest‘ Sponsored by Charles Messina
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