There have been golden days, so beautiful
We had held hands and walked the miles
There have been raging storms, merciless
We have stemmed the flow of water, stopped it from gushing in
Oh those moments of serenity,
Wrapped around our conjoined hearts as we trudged along
Time ticked on with a vicious speed
And now that I am shriveled with this disease:-
Cannot help but I am aged
As I read through the final page!
Am I wrong for not wanting you with me in this?
You can shout but I am not that selfish!
Your tears make me bleed but together no more
As the raging waters splash across the shores,
In search of solace I look right in your eyes,
And that makes it so hard to say goodbye!