Our love rose with the fall of golden leaves <br />rough winter roots for gentle plants in spring. <br />It seems we were planted in earth, grew together, <br />and blossomed together. <br />When I pass, place a rose petal on my grave. <br /> <br />Sweet love is born out of souls; outside winds whistles; <br />stars and moon twinkles…All God’s handmaids. <br />In obedient to my heart, I entrust me to you. <br />Now, let’s continue on down lover’s lane, <br />Walking alongside grass holding <br />Baby shrubs on her lap. <br />Straining our ears we hear bird <br />Singing songs of praise <br />Reminding us of the good old days. <br /> <br />When clouds no longer hold the rain; <br />will you shower me with your love? <br />When my head is covered with snow; <br />will you forever be my beau? <br />When my eyes cease to be my panes <br />Will your arms my cane, <br />Please don’t stop loving me because I’m old.<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-don-t-stop-loving-me-when-i-m-old/
