When You’re Aged my Love

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That I’m sad inside, that I met you True Love
That you’re holding me into you somehow.
In this space we share gaps, spaces loom
And against despair our love will bloom.

When you’re aged my Love you won’t stories tell
How in love I at your feet did fell
Only we will know where our world will go
Love me against the world, therefore.

Nor the damned world will come to realize
What I see as it well your sparkling eyes.
That beyond hope a dream doesn’t stretch its bent
In its longing for sweet fulfilment.

We were left today the sundry world without,
As I read your lips, I heard without a doubt,
That it’s worth the prices I will to pay,
Though you may leave me the same way.


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