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.