Will you still love me, when I can,
no longer remember your name?
Or when my eyes no longer differentiate between night
and day?
Will you still love me, when I no longer feel the breeze on my face
or hear the laughter of children?
Will you still love me, when Christmas holds no meaning as gentle snowflakes cover the world?
When I can no longer dress and clothe my body as
I did when we were young?
As i did on the day we were wed?
Will you tell me tales of days gone by, when i can no longer hear the softness of your tones?
When I can no longer hold you close to me as I did for all of those years?
And will you still love me, when I can no longer tell you how much I love you?
