Twenty thousand years could pass;
Millenniums could come and go.
Civilization could conquer grass,
But one thing I do know…
I know that you’ll be mine
Before the end of our time.
Twenty thousand tears I’ll shed,
Many loved ones I’ll lose.
And I could be left alone for dead,
But one thing I do know…
I know that you’ll be mine
Before the end of our time.
Twenty thousand fears and more exist
But only one belongs to me,
The fear that someday you’ll hate me!
And if, by chance, you do hate me,
Maybe I’d hate myself for years,
Maybe I’d drown myself in tears,
But one thing I do know…
I know that you’ll be mine
Before the end of our time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem