Not

it will never happen
that the sun will cease to shine
or the rainbow appear in the sky
after the storms are passed

it will never happen
that the moon will not shine
so bright on a black velvet canopy
or the wishes upon the falling star

it will never happen
that the spring will not come
after the harsh winters grasp
or the summer that brings full blooms

it will never happen
that the joy will not be
or the light in your eyes
that brings the heat to my skin

it will never happen
that my love for you will cease
in the evenings of our lives
or the hardships that temper our souls.

Julie

 

 

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