The Commitment

Many years from now,
I will look into the dark eyes that know me too well,
And I will call her My Queen,
And she will say, “I love you, old fool.”
And I will touch her lips with mine,
And she will cup my hollow cheeks in shaky hands,
And we will be old together.

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