Knitting in the garden, my mind drifts off...
To the day when you first came through that gate
The gate which stands testimony of when you were here, and then gone..
But yet, everytime i look outside
You are walking to me..
Holding me to dance,
And i've never danced this way ever,
The way i danced with you.
For i could be weak and old now,
But you remain the same.
And will be forever, my immortal love.
