a thousand years my dear

have caught me on the chin

and I will gray and wither more

before we meet again.

hours, days would pass us by

when we first did meet.

scarcely caring, we gambled time

in a haze of summer heat.

some say love has no end,

now I know that to be true

for even though I must pretend,

I can not stop needing you.

A/n this is my first attempt at a love pome *cringe* and my last. i maaaaay have based it on the musical grease, maybe.