finding love

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I will be alone and old,
the countdown is in breaths;
And then I will meet her,
on one of the hospital visits;

I remember her meds, 
She remembers mine;
Holding hands becomes
more than a romantic sign.
 
We don't run-
we move;
We don't hustle-
we bloom.
 
We get tired quickly,
We go to sleep early;
We spend the holidays
away by cuddling lovely.
 
I say 'I love you' many times,
She kisses me many times,
We remember to spread love,
Before we no longer can. 

Our time is limited-
the chances are less;
That's exactly why-
We spend it more wise. 

Our stories never end, 
Our affection never fades;
Isn't this better than
love that fail?
 

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