I see you as a man,

A man that can hold my hand,

Cherish every bit of time,

Like a clock, I’ll be yours & you’ll be mine.

Age no more, for you’ll be forever young,

Young as the martyrs in my heart you are,

Line crossed, the time passed by,

We’ll see each other, young and easy even when we die.

SOURCE: SONNET63 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE