I think you can live fast, without dying young.
I want to love while I'm young, and why should I close my heart to any form of love?
Who is to say that love cannot last?
One day, I want to sit in an old leather arm chair with grey hairs and watch the one I love give a wrinkled smile from the arm chair opposite and warm my heart more than any fire. I'll remember a lifetime with that person.
And the day that arm chair is empty, I'll die of a broken heart.
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