when my heart be relieved of its job
bringing the flow of red fluid to a halt
when the vision in my eyes will fail
pretty picture of your face will not reach my brain
the scent of your body will illuminate me no more
my ears would refuse to hear your gleeful laughs
when i will no more be able to taste your tongue
my sense of touch will not feel your hand on mine
i wonder about the day i shall depart
would you still love me like you do now
would you still remain mine?