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. Grow old with me Two branches on one tree could it be, that this is our prophecy? To feel the passion of eternity? Or is it perhaps God's will that our love should be still? As it rises to meet a cloud unseen, unheard, above the ground... Cold winds of December... pierce my skin as I tremble... New fallen snow... gives luster to all that lies below... Yet, my heart is heavy... My dark disguise sends instant tears into my eyes... But God is kind, as He is wise... We fall, we rise..... from impious earth to heavenly skies.. Perhaps one day, by a fire, we sit and open this treasure chest we proudly built... perhaps one day we tell a story... of love, faith and divine glory... How fortunate we would be indeed.. to reap, to sow.. to nurture this seed.. seed... Until then, let us gently walk this earth... with grace, ardor and boundless mirth..