Will, you still care for me when I'm old and weak?
Will, you still need me when you've gone for a week?
Will, you still tell me you miss the way I spoke?
Will, you still tell me that our love never broke?
Will, you still tell me everything will be alright?
Will, you still hold me ever so tight?
Will, you still watch me dance in the rain?
Will, you ever help me take away this pain?
Oh please believe me when I said I want to do this all over again.
A Poem BY Rachel A. Robin
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