I ask:

Someday when our youth has been reduced to shredded ribbons of fill-in-the blank memories

When my cheeks have lost their fire

Like a paintbrush dipped in water

Will you still love me?

One day when we have seen all that we came to see
And travel has lost its novelty

When each step feels like I might falter

When to look at the young leaves my tongue bitter

Will you still love me?

You say:
Yes, there will come a day when desire will leave us dry

When no food will want to pass our lips

But even when my eyes grow dim,

I will search your face

Each line and groove I will trace

And I will try my best to fill in the gaps

Of memories past

Because you are mine to hold

As we grow old

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