I can't promise
We will last forever.
I don't think Forever knows my
name.
Love is such a gentle, fleeting,
beauty,
It can thrive or die where
dreams have lain.
I'm not sure you want to know the
answer
The song of love has made you weep
before.
I have written songs of love and
laughter,
And found them torn and
bleeding on the floor.
I can't promise we will last
forever,
I don't think forever knows my
name.
I have touched true love
and seen it wither,
although my tears fell
like the rains of spring.
I can hold your heart
and feel it beating.
I may search for promise
in your eyes
Yet, I can't promise
we will last forever.
Forever is the keeper
of the lie.
Author,
Glenda Stadley
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