I wonder if our love will grow stale once you grow and prosper in life. I wonder if all this effort will be in vain. Do you wonder the same?
Can you still love a smooth face that has given way to wrinkles and the shame of time?
Will you still care for the person whose head is adorned by the greys and whites of hopelessness and frailty?
Could you possibly kiss the lips of that one person who once remembered your birthdays throughout the years, but now forgets as he stumbles and falls in weakness?
I wonder if the whispers of I Love You will be forgotten — just an echo now, which Time has chosen to forget too.
Tell me — Do you wonder the same?