I want to send this love in bubbles though you are far, far away;
but bubbles bursts and that’s the reality I am unwilling to face.
I look around, I grab a paper and finally find a pen,
and then I start to write the way I feel, in words that I hesitate to say out loud.
Time might make my face worn, and there will be wrinkles far too many and far less great,
but these words I write down will be untouched and will always be the same;
they will say what I have always wanted to say —
this our eternity and no one is taking that away.