Can't you tell
I'm always going to want you?
You could leave me now
For depression and death
You could leave me now
For a hundred years
And I could fall in love
A million times
And get married
And have kids
But when I see you
Even if I'm old and gray
I'd still take your wrinkled hand in mine and kiss it.
Whisper
"oh darling how I've missed you so"
In your ear
And think *finally