Five years from now,
you will be a lady.
You will marry:
not only the man
but his family,
his misery n ecstasy,
his flaws and his perfection.
You will build patience
and devotion.
Each day,
you shall be radiant
and you shall shine.
But will you still be mine?

Fifteen years from now,
you will be a mother.
You will have a couple of kids.
You will learn to:
compromise and sacrifice.
You will be softer, kinder and stronger.
And you will also try to be harder.
Happiness will no longer be abstract.
You will be complete
and you shall look more divine.
But sweetheart, will you still be mine?

Thirty years from now,
you will have lived an era.
You will be wise and insightful.
Your children will look at you
and be inspired.
You will remember your parents
and smile a little inside.
You will have wrinkles
plus your hair will turn grey.
Those signs of ageing
will never matter, hey.
Because by then,
You will have achieved everything
and the whole world will be thine.
But love, will you still be mine?

Forty years from now,
you will have grandchildren by your side.
You will realize that heaven
is not somewhere in the sky.
You will look at those kids and
thank the almighty
for the years that passed by.
You will have nothing to regret
and every moment you'll feel satisfied.
Kids, grand kids, laughter n love
will be your ultimate wealth
and your cloud nine.
But my dear, will you still be mine?