Growing old
it is inevitable.
Our skin gets wrinkled
bodies become weak and weary
teeth shatters.
Hands will be shaky
eyes goes blurry
walking will be hard.

The only good about getting old is
if you and me will be together.

I will not care how your skin will look like.
I will help you get up, sit with me, sleep with me.
We will smile and laugh at each others shattered teeth.
I will hold your shaky hands and we will shake together.
I will tell you what i see with my blurry eyes.
I know and i will always remember how your face looks like.
And if we can't even walk lets sit and watch the radiant sunset
go down.
Our love will always be young.

Let this love be like the sun.

It will brighten your every morning greet you and wake you from slumber.
Let this love be like the wind.

It will blow pound on what ever obstacle just to get to you.
Let this love be like the moon.

It will enlighten your gloomy paths ,watch and guide you're jet black nights.
Let this love be like the stars.

It will burn bright from afar but never will be befuddled.
Let this love be like the clouds and rain.

It will hide those blues, wash away those sorrows.

Let this love be my own life.. Let you be my everything because without you my world will be nothing.