Will You?

One day, I'll lose my beauty in the encumbrances of life,

My vision will turn obscure to see you

Ears deafened to hear your words

Voice, crazed with senility;

Will you still perceive my grace?

Still apprise your words of solicitude to me,

And discern my anguish?

Will you still embrace me, when

My arms would be too feeble to hold you back?

Limbs, tender to stand with you,

Will you sit by me, then?

Our memories of love would perish with time,

Will you make efforts to frame new?

One day, I'll be in ashes,

Will you still let your heart to be a part of mine?