Sunday morning, dawn breaking, cold and grey...
Standing on our twelfth floor balcony, looking out over the
city...
Arm 'round the one I love, the one who loves me more than I
deserve...
Looking up... "Will you still love me when I am
ninety?"
Brushing the dark bangs from my eyes... her smile a gentle
curve...
"I will still love you when you are ninety... and a day..."
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