He said: I love you.
Words so bravely put.
Words I hold dear.
Words that feels so right.
If in ten years
He says those words to another,
At least I'll know that
Once upon a time
He said them to me.
He said: I love you.
A sentiment so deep.
A sentiment so beautiful.
A sentiment that feels so right.
If in thirty years
He feels this for another,
At least I'll know that
Once upon a time
He said them to me.
He said: I love you.
A truth so great.
A truth so strong.
A truth that feels so right.
If in fifty years
He says those words to another,
At least I'll know that
Once upon a time
He said them to me.
He said: I love you.
A dare so frightening.
A dare so vulnerable.
A dare that feels so right.
If in seventy years,
He accepts this dare unto another,
At least I'll know that
Once upon a time
He said them to me.
He said: I love you.
He meant it.
I know he did.
And if in one hundred years,
He doesn't mean it anymore,
At least I'll know that once upon a time,
Once upon a very long time,
He meant it.
And if in one hundred years,
He still means it,
I'll know that this life is very,
Truly,
Beautiful.