Someday, when we're old and gray,
One of us will fly away,
Cross the sea, far from home,
Far from all we've ever known.
The Equator no longer will be,
A boundary twixt you and me,
Our worlds and lives we'll blend,
Knowing our love will never end.
Maybe I will be the one,
Crossing the ocean, all alone,
With my laptop, tablet, and mobile phone,
Snapping photos on my way,
Chatting with you night and day.
Or maybe you will come to me,
Letting me know that you are free,
And both of us blessed by family,
Knowing from NOW on, we will be,
Merged and united, physically.
