The Flame That Time Can't Waive ᯤ

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. Take from the shelf the letters you once sealed, And leaning near the glass where daylight cooled, Let slow the lines unthread the maps of us, Your gaze, grown almost foreign, keeps its ache. When you are old and memories call, Will you remember the love I gave? A love that burned through time and all, A flame that even age can't waive. How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. Take from the shelf the letters you once sealed, And leaning near the glass where daylight cooled, Let slow the lines unthread the maps of us, Your gaze, grown almost foreign, keeps its ache. When you are old and memories call, Will you remember the love I gave? A love that burned through time and all, A flame that even age can't waive. And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. When you are old and memories call, Will you remember the love I gave? A love that burned through time and all, A flame that even age can't waive. When you are old and grey and full of sleep, Will you remember the love I gave? In dreams, in whispers, soft and deep, The flame that time could never save. ────────────────────────── 📀 Album: "Silver Pulse" (2026) | Voice: Silver Pulse 🎵 Original release by Ghorppo 🌐 Streaming & Socials: ffm.bio/ghorppo (or search "Ghorppo") 🎶 Coletivo SomBR - Portuguese-speaking music collective on Suno. 💬 Join our Discord: send a DM to @ghorppo © 2025 Ghorppo🦎