GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 157

The only answer we know is that love never grows old. 2 Cherry blossoms in profuse transience color the trees pink, and I feeling you walk away, fade in the cold. I sleep cuddling pain after nursing a forbidden drink again -- the only answer we know is that love never grows old. 3 If Falgun would have lasted, we could've remained bold. Now, both droughts and snows have blasted through seasons of flamboyant gold. Yet, I am always certain that love never grows old. 157