When all seems lost and life turns cold.
When there’s nothing left, but love to hold.
When passion dies within the ageing loin,
Youth long spent as careless coin.
When there’s no future left beyond today to see,
And time a memory distant passed,
When nothing else has stood the test of time,
There’s only love to keep you warm,
As only love has value that can really last.
When standing on the threshold of a nearing grave,
A tear runs down the cheek of one who’s not so brave.
So much to lose and naught to gain,
Just ancient love to make you carry on, and ease the pain.
Copyright RG Crosbie 2008
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What if there is no love left and one faces death alone.