When our love was young
We built a monument of stone
And on it we carved our promises to each other
We placed it on a cliff overlooking the sea
A beacon to all those searching
Telling them, true love does exist
The path to the cliff is difficult
Sometimes I lose my way
At the top I stop to catch my breath
Wondering when did we last visit?
I come closer to the stone
The words once so easily read
now worn away by the wind and rain
I run my hand over the pitted surface
looking for a remnant of what was once there
At the bottom my fingers trace out the word
Forever
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