when i still can remember, when i still have eyes to see, when i still have hands to hold, when i still have the heart to love. So long shall i shoot blue sparks of affection at you with my eyes. I shall find a way to bear and give my burden-love. My thoughts swim in your careless truths. When you still live, so shall i live; Turning the night into day, leaving your foot-prints in my pathway. The sun sets, The rain comes, Then the sun shines. Amma wait.
Just like the say, " cold wheather is a wheather for two " This poem is a poem for Two too