Grow Old With You

Grow Old With You short poem

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I don’t want you to leave.
I want you to stay, believe.
I don’t want you to go.
I want you here even if it hits my ego.
You are my Sun in the morning.
My moon in the evening.
My stars that smile at me, sparkling.
You are truly worth remembering.
I’ll build a memory with you.
Love you the way you do.
Kiss you without further ado.
Because, I wanna grow old with you.

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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Legendary Gmann
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So young to be so wise. Your words reflect the dream of true love.

Great Work!

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