at my age iam still in love with you, no matter what it comes
as my days are counted to the maximum, and my knees,
touches to the ground, still my unceasing lips wonder in
your warm welcome of promise
my heart beats in every corner of your eyes, i can felt the
tremendous feeling of sorry when, every time, you say
goodbye though i already knew, that lapses and short
coming always win every time things get rough
day after the yesteryears, becomes so heartbreaking to
accept that, what makes it real is not what we dream off,
the day when i meet you, and where the blooms of red
roses, turn to pink, was the joy that makes you so true
as my age drops like clouds in the sky, remembering likes
only as a dream, when the rainbow in the sky, so near
and easy to touch in the air, my arms, the hair, my feet,
my everything is lovely as what you see, all is made only
for thee
in all my life, i have given what i may be not, of where i should
be, such is the moment of what a dream of reality would be,
please forgive me dear, i've done things that make you so
empty, in a journey, where only you and me supposedly could
see
now my age have come to fly, in the land, where nobody wants
to come, so empty my heart once so full, today as i feel so
cool, you're still with me, in my bedside you give me, the life that
is too real......to love you, even my age comes to an end.... I
still in love with you
Antonio Liao
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