Would You Do?

Would you love me
when I am old and fatigued
when my bones are conspicuous
and all what I carry is weariness

Would you love me
when I lay writhing in pain
and my heart shows no mercy
or forgiveness
for any soul
When I am faint-hearted
and all I do is weeping bitterly

Would you love me
when our oak grows old
and our thatched cottage
feels blue
Would you do?
Would you do?
Would you do?

#Haleema_alaide_writer

poem

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