With the patience of a vulture you subtly invaded my life,
Me always thought I was the epitome of contentment in life,
Me thought the tempest and trials of life had me retired,
Alas! 'Twas mere wishful thinking, soon I got tired.

The first time ever I laid eyes on you, my boat was rocked,
I was toppled as from a high horse, and thoroughly mocked,
Resistance failed me; I failed resistance and meekly gave in,
I succumbed to your warmth, lovingly exuded from within.

The better a relationship, the better the creation of its hurt,
It is a truth that stands firm against all of life and its hurt,
Ours has grown like a well nurtured, well kept vineyard,
What shall its end be, will it be headed for the graveyard?

These are my last days with you,
As I go away my love stays with you,
Will it be out of sight out of mind?
In absence, you will be on my mind!