"End Of Time"

I love you so very much;
the way you move, your gentle touch.

Time goes by when we're apart;
but you're still the arrow through my heart.

Love me, hold me;
with passion but not grief.

Take me, show me;
Call yourself a thief.

Bare with me your mine,
and I'll be yours till the end of time.

Author: Brittany Hallman
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