I will yearn for you like the sun yearns for the moon everyday,
I will need you like the ocean needs the moon when the tide is low,
And if in this moment you all of you were to be lost like a light in the shadow,  I will have your memory...
It will not grow old bitter or cold,
It will not disinagrate or crumble,
If in fact you do leave me the memory of you will be plenty,
I will not replace you with another memory or even have you sold,
Your touch, the way you laugh the way you sang,
I will have you even if just a memory until the day I die,
It will glicen like the fall autum leaves in October and never will it change with the winter breez.