My last memory of you,
running naked in the rain.
Even though it never happened,
I'd like it to again...
To feel your gentle touch relax me,
and never leave my side,
is the thought that slips into,
every void in my mind.
Growing old with someone else
is blasphemy at best,
because your wrinkly raisin skin,
is the extent of my interest.
I'll fight until the end,
to make this dream come true.
Do anything it takes,
to share it all with you.