Forevermore
As the sun goes down in the Western sky, the stillness, the familiar quiet, another day begins to slip away, devoid of fanfare, as the clear blue-sky melts away into a quiet symphony of magnificent hues, a familiar calm, a synchronized peace, nature’s slumber surrounds all living things, as we ease into twilights final gasp.
For me, these fleeting moments at the end of each day, bring opportunity, for reflection, warm, loving thoughts of you and our life together, and thus ends my day, our day, together, from now until the end of time, and I will love you, do love you…forevermore.
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