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A Love Worthy Of Centuries

Minutes meld to days, days to ages My love now, too gravid for pages So I send it on the swallow and he to the morrows Notes of a chorus for all foul to follow Soon our song will resound on summer's wind In the nightingale's bard, shimmer of fins In the waver of waves, rumble of quakes Pollen on bees, cities beneath lakes Rest assured, my muse, I'm with you till dust Till these engines of life sputter with rust (c) Esteban Luis Soto 2013