Though you wished to hold me for a thousand years
And accompany me till eternity
What if aging brings its enmity
Will you stay true to your promise for thousands of years?

What if the beauty fades
And my skin turns rough like the tree's bark
What if my strength fades
Will you stand afar or stand right by my back?

what if am no longer presentable
Or I lay on the bed immobile
Will you be able to hold my hands?
Or sit eating with another on a table?