I asked the girl I loved,
"Who will you be next Tuesday?
Will you remember today,
Will you remember the love we shared?
How will it feel? Who will you be?
Who will you be next Tuesday?"
"Who will you be next Wednesday?
Will the wall have grown?
Who will you be next Wednesday
Will you remember the love we have grown?"
"Who will you be next Thursday?
Will you honour what we have sown?
Will you treasure it and keep it and let it grow,
Will there be a Friday to reap the love we have sown?
She read my words and turned away
Then later these words gave back to me,
"I will remember a time and place
And the beautiful features of your face.
The honesty we shared
And the laughter that was there."
"The tears that were nearly cried
And the broken hearts that we try to hide
And fail cos it collides."
"I can't promise you next Tuesday or Wednesday.
Or how Arsenal will perform when Thursday come.
What I do know is that when all is said and done,
I will miss you and wait for your return
Even though the expectation and disappointment burns!"
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