Sitting here reflecting on days gone by,
I wonder what it would be like had we met back then?
Back then when a letter meant so much than now,
When an SMS or MMS couldn't explain time fly..

I would stare into your eyes with telephatic crush:
Through your deep blue windows rite down into your soul,
Embracing your spirit as we holding hands,
Down a path in a garden much like Adam and Eve:
Appreciating the beauty without no rush..

Each moment we'd find was to spend more time,
Holding hands, running wild mold your spirit with mine.
Growing old, just us two watching our children care for theirs.
Telling stories, have all wonder how great it can be.
Life with someone, sent from heaven, what a blessing to me...