‘Cause I
sometimes think that when we are already old,
you will
still slide your finger from my forehead down to my nose
and maybe
when we are already old,
you will
still love me the way you loved me when we were 19.
I wonder how
God formed the stars to lead me to you
Or how He
formed this so-called love to fit your hands to mine
for the
second time.
This thing
inside my chest has come to life again,
beats for a
thousand of times in hearing your voice,
just like
the first time when we were 19
and when my
head feels the comfort of your warm shoulder.
I wonder how
God answered my prayers
Or how He
took the pain and replace with it with your loving hands
for the
second time.
‘Cause I
always think of growing old with you
under the
comforting stars of the best nights like we’re always dreaming of.
And maybe
when we are already old,
your wrinkled
hand will still hold my wrinkled hand, too.
Just like the
first time you held it when we were 19.
