“I’ll love thee when thy morn is past, and wheedling gallantry is o’er. When youth is lost in age’s blast and beauty can ascend no more; and when life’s journey ends with thee, O then look back and think of me.” -George Moses Horton
“I’ll love thee when thy morn is past, and wheedling gallantry is o’er. When youth is lost in age’s blast and beauty can ascend no more; and when life’s journey ends with thee, O then look back and think of me.” -George Moses Horton