i'm scared of growing old alone,
there - i've admitted it.
now, half the journey is done, or so they say, in healing...in overcoming this fear.
lend me your shadow in this solitary journey.
lend me the glow in your eyes, that neither time nor space can diminish, for the path seems so dark before me.
lend me your youthful fancy, the one that made me fall in love with you, that i may not wither in this bitter frost.
i love you with all the sincerity of this frail heart.
ever yours,
chackie
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