To THE Two I Hardly Know :)

You would still be mine,

When my days would mark your nights,

And my nights would be cold.

When distance would speak

Of the stories untold.

                When you leave as you may,

                While the monsoons strike and stay,

                I would cherish the memories you gladly sold.

                The songs that you now find old.

So fare well my love,

Find your star and let dreams unfold.

And miles away as I would long,

Your forever known hands to hold,

You would still be mine.