Someday I no longer will be able to phone you and ask how the day is treating you
Someday I will no longer be able to look into your big brown eyes
Someday I will no longer be able to kiss your chest and rest my head on your shoulder
Someday I will no longer grab you by the waste and swing you left to right
I will no longer drum on your stomach with my point fingers
Someday when all is said and done,  your the one I love, now just like then