It was after a few hours that you had left, When the agony and harsh reality had crept,
Like a slow poison, steadily and gradually, Even when the decision was made mutually.
Now a few years have passed, The memories we shared have grown faint, I seemed to have moved on, and learned very well how to paint.
But there are still some moments that come by, When your beautiful face flashes across my eye.
Then I remember once again what I lost, making me tongue-tied. In the hurt, I realize how many parts of me have died.
Some more years pass and I've let you go. My mind doesn't wander from you to and fro. I found love again and I'm married, She filled the void in my heart that I once carried.
I have a little girl of my own, still can't believe how much she has grown, that the day comes when I have to give her away, And stop being her hero that day.
Somewhere down the line, I reach the age seventy-nine. When I can't walk anywhere; the disease has spread everywhere.
I can't help but wonder, Could our love have had a different ending, Cause this love story seems to be pending.
In a different reality and a different universe, Would our chemistry have effects so adverse?
As I lie in bed today on the verge of dying, my family's all around me crying, they think the disease will blow me over, but I know it's the ache inside this star-crossed lover.
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