softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still
want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise i have seen flash through your eyes,
when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,
I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all.
I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.
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