2012 : If the World Really Ended

If love is measured by the bouquets of roses ‎

Or the places you two visited ‎

How often "I love you" was said ‎

Or how many months were celebrated ‎

Then I don't know what love is ‎ ‎

All I know was the hugs of the heat of the sunlight

‎Until it gets dark and replaced by the moon and its tranquility ‎

The comfort it brings together with the breeze of cold winds ‎

Swinging the trees that make sounds like a whisper

‎Until the birds sing and chirp again in the morning ‎ ‎

With you, that's how I count our time ‎

That's how every day goes by ‎

Taking note of every detail ‎

Having faith that this love will prevail ‎

Until the end of infinity ‎

I am not the shadow that leaves you in the darkness

‎Trying hard to be that rhodopsin instead

‎That, even if the world is in the shades of grey ‎

You'd still see things that would make you stay ‎

Promise I'll hold you in happiness and pain ‎

‎But if it unfortunately will not go far ‎

You are the memoir I'd write and tell to my grandchildren

‎A bedtime story that will make them smile while sleeping

‎Teaching them how to count time like I do ‎

Help them know how someone can really make meaning to your life ‎

‎Because if the world really ended in 2012

‎You made another one for me the day we met ‎ ‎

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