In five years time
We could be happy,
Laughing in the sun
And in the dark.
All my rhymes
Would be sappy,
About having fun
Or what we do in the dark.

In four years time
We could be exploring
Mountains in the day
And caves at night.
The sun could shine
Or it could be pouring
But either way
I'd want you to stay the night.

In three years time
We could be drinking,
Just so we have something
To talk about.
All that wine
Would stop us thinking
Til we want to do nothing
But walk about.

In two years time
We could be fighting,
Arguing with the stars
And with ourselves.
It would be a crime,
A wrong worth righting,
Lying to our hearts
And to ourselves.

In one years time
You could be gone.
My bedside would be cold
And I'd be alone.
But I think we'll be fine,
I think we'll make it.
But in one years time
You could prove me wrong.