Look at me and tell me that you love me

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

If not for the sake of pleasure, then for pain.

If only for the sake of the truth

That lies covered beneath your thick black mane.

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

Just for those days

When our hair will be covered in grey not black.

We can sit and read old books

Kept in the corner on a dusty rack.

Look at me and tell me that you love me.

So that we each in our hands can hold our hearts.

And see the sun shining on the peak.

And before our end begins to start.

We would've found

What our young ones will be trying to seek.

-- Mohan