Please Don'T Stop Loving Me When I'M Old Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Our love rose in the fall of golden leaves, when
rough winter roots for gentle plants in spring.
We were planted in earth and grew and blossomed
When I pass, place a rose petal on my grave

Sweet love is born out of two souls
winds whistles; stars and moon twinkles
In obedient to my heart, I entrust me to you
Now, let’s continue down lover’s lane,
Alongside grass holding holding hands
Baby shrubs asleep on mother earth's lap
Straining ears to hear bird
Singing songs of praise and
bringing to mind the good old days.

When the clouds no longer hold rain
will you shower me with your love
When my head is covered with snow
will you forever be my beau
When my eyes cease to be my panes
Will you let arms my cane
Please don’t stop loving me because I’m old.