Between your “It’s time” and my “There’s still time”, our love budded.
Between your pessimistic attitude and my optimistic outlook, our love bloomed.
I know you don’t have much time. Yet, I was too selfish. I wanted every single moment of your life, that’s left, only for me.
With every passing moment, you are slowly taking a part of my soul along with you.
I am not sure if there would be anything left in me, when your soul finally departs.
Yet I persisted, the happiness I felt with you every moment surpassed any anxiety I might be feeling, away from you.
Until the day, Mr.Death decides to claim all your time, I am here at your disposal.
I’ll be here to take off your pains, make you smile until then, though I might be dying a little on the inside everyday.