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I'LL LOVE HER FOR YOU

 I'm quite the idiot at times,
More so when it comes to 'Love',
In my head it's cards and nursery rhymes,
Red candles and a bed of roses,
Then I looked at you,
The wrinkles were at the door,
Knocking since you turned forty-four,
I had known you all my life,
But my years weren't nearly enough,
To know your strife,
From the day you were called wife,
Oh mother; You loved deeply,
I know for you showed it to me,
But life,
Never gave that bed of roses, did she?
Grey strands grace your face,
I said you were finally old,
We laughed as years began to unfold,
Forgive me for I was too young,
To learn that song you sung,
A song of a love broken by mortality,
Reality's twisted sense of morality,
Grey hair said you couldn't stay,
But you were already tired weren't you?
I only once saw you cry,
But no just reason could explain why,
You had to be left so torn
Because nothing is right,
About meeting death all alone,
I pray you hear me,
When I find that one treasure,
That gazelle that meets my measure,
In whom my heart can abide,
The second self in a Bonnie and Clyde,
I'll love her,
I'll love her for me and you,
Make her all the nursery rhymes,
So she can never forget,
Because now,
I realised love is not some project,
It's when an unstoppable force,
Meets an immovable object...
Neither can ever be the same again.
Written by Da_kwesta
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