There will come a day,
dearest,
in the too near future,
when I can no longer
carry the burden of
you.
My arms tremble under you,
and my back aches
with the weight of your
love.
There will be a time
when all I can carry
is your heart
in my heart,
dearest.
My arms will tremble
no longer,
and I will ache
with the weight of
passing time.
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