When the hair on your body begins to look like a frost that never melted on a summer day...I will love you.
When your bones begins to shift your body, like the continental plates...I will be there with you.
When the skin that clothes your body doesn't hold you tight...I will wrap mine around you.
Your veins may begin to resemble the roads of a tattered map of places we've already traveled, your eyes may begin to dim on the outer rims abandoning the glow of the fresh lit candle wick...but I will still love you.
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