I am that thief
That stole your heart off your sleeve
Love will forever be the question
I want to answer for the rest of my life
With the taste of your tongue
With the touch of your fingers
With the twinkle of your eyes
With the tune of your voice
You are mine
And I will forever be yours
Even though forever can just be a second
Let’s just hook our pinkie fingers together
Pretend it is a dead knot
And stick together through thin and thick
Skin weaved and knitted
The future is numbered
But who’s counting?
But who is to say that a year lasts longer than a day?
Life has an expiry, but does love?
When nobody can uncover the true depth and wholeness of what those four-letters truly mean?