Sabtu, 22 Agustus 2009

Younger

I look at your face
Your sleeping, beautiful face
And as I stroke your cheek gently, I whisper,
"I'm getting old."

I hold your hand tightly
I feel your smooth skin
Such a beauty you are
And still young

Sometimes I thought that I was seventeen
But when I look at my reflection
I realize that I'm not as young as I used to be
But it doesn't bother me

Because of you
You make me feel years younger
You make me feel like I was a boy
And you always love me, no matter how old I am

So do I, Dear
No matter how old you will be
I promise I'll always be with you as long as possible
'Til the death do us apart

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