"Will you still love me tomorrow,
when passion
will be but a pale memory
when I will no longer be
something new
when the new day
has lost the magic of the night?
Will you still love me tomorrow
or our promises
will be snow in the sun,
our kisses
footprints buried by time
and our caresses
our caresses
only unwitting deceptions?"
I will love you tomorrow
and still tomorrow
and tomorrow,
as long as I am around
because love,
whether it lasts a lifetime
or a single day,
is a comet,
it always leaves a trail."

September 3, 2020