By and by.

By and by until I die,
I’ll sit by the fire with you
We need no gold or silk or so,
For these chipped cups will do.

I see no shame in our broken china,
As we drink our days through,
It matters not what they say or think,
So long as I sit by the fire with you.

By and by until I die,
I’ll sing you a lullaby each night,
I’ll hold you in my arms’ embrace,
as your consciousness takes flight.

You’ll not be alone in a December chill,
Nor be lonely in August noons,
It matters not if we are old and damned,
So long as I breathe the world with you.

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cie miraflor

A Filipino at heart and a Thomasian in spirit. A vocalist. A bookworm. A chocoholic. A liar. A dreamer. A coffee addict. A writer of poetry and short stories. A pending Information Technologist. A frustrated programmer. Blinded with love for Batman.

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