To be loved, and to loving you

Loving you is bittersweet

When time is not on our side

when the world seems to be against us

Loving you is pleasing

When our steps and dreams can go hand in hand

And our hands are holding each other,

as if nothing can separate us

Loving you is perilous

When you lost your smile

And it’s hard to find your gaze

Or your warm embrace

When you are not by my side anymore

Loving you it’s an honor,

To be loved by you is my prestige

Like the snow drift giving the world to spring

I’ll be here to hold you every season until the world end