Timeless

In a hundred years from now,
I will still remember how
music filled the early morning breeze
[and feathers drifted by like little songs]
when I first said "I Love You."

Time would have then slowly crept
into your soft, freckled skin;
your hands would then be wilted
by the rigour of the years.

But I will remember how fireflies
suddenly appeared
and floated by on their little wings,
When I first said "I Love You".

I hope by then you would have found
the pinnacle of your dreams.
Meanwhile I promise to watch you here and now.
[No matter how lonely it is to be waiting in Cubao.]

I will see you through, my love,
in a hundred million years.

So don't be afraid to follow your dreams.