One must look up to see
To blossom or to bleed
On a road that is endless
Loving you is what is senseless
Now that I’ve gotten older
My limbs started to stutter
The bloom once I held onto
I still keep it, as I’ve kept you
From most of what I can see
All these years filled a deep sea
Though I’m not glad I grew older
I’m glad I grew with you.
Steem "meets" another great poet!
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