Will you promise me,
that you will love me, unconditionally,
that your love will not abstain,
as how the full moon does wane?
Will you promise me
that as I age and become less of a beauty,
that you would still love me beyond reasons,
and not change, as the four seasons?
Will you promise me
that no matter what the problems may be,
that through troubled waters we will navigate
so that our love will never sink and desisipate?
If by the above , we promise to abide,
then in each other’s hearts, with passion we will reside.
What’s that song? When I’m 64?
Your poem is a wonderful piece on getting old together.Loved it.