When my days end with you,
will the paupers laud and the rulers applaud?
When the clouds part to unleash radiant skies,
will the shadows recede from your sunny eyes?
When the clock toils daily to bring us together,
will the storms of our passion change the weather?
When the starlit firmament above aligns to descend,
will you join me under its cloak to be soundly tucked in?
When the calendar pages wander away through time,
will you pass along our memories as heirlooms sublime?
When my days end with you,
will you mourn or cherish the loneliness which shall perish?