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Love Enduring
as she walks down the path
she is dragged onto memory lane
seeing faces from her distant past
who today no longer look the same
here, the tree where he first carved their names
there, they paused on their walk home and he kissed her in the rain
in another time but this same place
she would enter a room and search first for his face
now, though many years have gone
she remembers suddenly the night he wrote her a song
sneaking to each other's houses and laying in his arms all night
he was the first she would run to if she suddenly had a fright
as she passes their old hangouts and remembers the good times they had
deep in her heart she is suddenly sad
she stops in her path with a hand to her heart
and the years fall away as if they never were apart
as she sits on the hill where they one let time pass by
her head is on her knees and she suddenly cries
she knows now that she loves him still
laugh at her if you will
still crying she stares at the ground
looks up with a start at a sudden sound
"do i know you miss?" he says to her
standing there...staring at her
his face seems to change as she tells him her name
whispers to himself "she could not be the same..."
she looks at him now and imagines him as a young boy
when they were young at the sandbox, reaching for the same small red toy
"sir, i think you are the one i came to find"
"yes" he says, "i remember you from another time"
they sat there for hours, talking and wishing they had more time
after a long silence he looks at her, "i know its been years, but tomorrow is valentines day...would you be mine?"
she smiles at him and says the first thing that comes to mind
laughing and crying, this time in joy, all she can say is "yes!"
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