A Dedication Page
The years have buried all I used to be,
Yet love took root in what was left of me.
And if time must turn all I cherish into dust,
Let something of my soul remain in what I loved.
The years have buried all I used to be,
Yet love took root in what was left of me.
And if time must turn all I cherish into dust,
Let something of my soul remain in what I loved.