It’s kinda cheesy to say
But you’re the one I need
All my entire life on Earth
No matter the circumstances
Even when we grow grey hair
Needing extra leg for limping
Even when our reflections change
I’ll be holding your hand
Playing tangle web at the snail’s pace.
We’ll count those countless stars at nights together
As we’ll reflect our life
You know, on that tilting bench on veranda
With our laps covered with cosy blanket
Hands with woolly gloves
And heads with hand knitted beanies.
Long story short, I want you to be the last person
I see when my soul sprung out of my body.