After many years Would you still remember how we met? Would you? Would you still look at me like the way you did when we were fifteen? Would you? Would you still smile and tell me I look great even though I do not? Would you? Would you wait for me outside, stare at me as I go down the stairs? Would you? Would you be my first and my very last? Would you? Would you still love me when my hair is gray, my eyesight is poor and I have lots of tooth decay? Would you? Would you stay with me until our senses fail? Would you? Would you hold my hand like you are going to lose me? Would you? Would you... please Please Stay With Me