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