if music is like laughter-
and the raindrops like our tears-
our kisses are like whispers-
grains of sand like countless years
may I adore you, my love-
until sands run out of time-
our music no longer plays-
and whispers no longer chime
may love be everlasting-
souls returning to the sky-
we’ll bathe in constellations-
as the years go passing by