I’ll love you when the mountains are unleveled, Worn down to grit by wind and rain. When riverbeds are dusty and disheveled, And stone forgets its ancient pain.
I’ll love you when the final sun has faded, And scattered all its dying light. When every constellation has paraded Into an uninterrupted night.
When history is a forgotten art, And all that’s made has come undone, You’ll find the echo of my beating heart Woven in with oblivion.
My love will be the warmth when cold is all, A law when other laws decay. It is the pulse that answers to your call, Past the last minute of the final day.
Pam Beach ‘Beyond the Blog’
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