Sweet Young Love

July 13, 2011
Until the crisp morning breeze stops singing..
Until the lucid glow of the night sky burns away.
Until my steadfast heart quits beating,
Know that I'll remain.
And though they may doubt us,
Not a creed of mine should change.
My love is clear and pure and it shall ever stay.

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