My days with you are numbered.
I do not sleep with slumber,
I still manage to fumble,
The world around me starts to crumble,
As I begin to mumble;
"My days with you are numbered".

The tears in my eyes start to form,
Every day with you feels like a thunderstorm;
Lightning flashing,
Thunder clapping.

My love,
No number of words can express,
The love I have for you at best,
I try hard not to fret,
But my darling,
My days with you are numbered.