Cottage

When I will be senile,

Even your white hair and your wrinkled face will arouse my dormant faculties.

Past will dance with swell with pride at the sight of me, 

Coaxing your raven hair and planting kisses

On your beautiful face to make you a touch me not.

Yes, when I will be senile,

Your white hair and your wrinkled face will arouse my dormant faculties,

And my feeble eyes will live that moment of past. 

Oh! My significant other,

The time has become cruel to separate us,  but promise me, 

When I will be senile,

You will come once to my cottage for the sake of love.