The Chaos Of A Human.Being

'Till we grow old, remember?

Please forgive me when my hair starts turning white. And the smile you love starts fading away.

Please forgive me when my legs fail to walk. And the sunshine within me has dimmed and forgotten how to glow.

Please forgive me when the comfort of my bed seems more appealing than your arms. And the body you love to intertwined with gave out.

Please forgive me for all the imperfections I want to live out.

Please forgive me when my knuckles can't trace your grey stubble. Please forgive me my love but we're at the stage where we promised to love each other even when our hands are clammy and our grips falter.