The Years To Come

I wonder what you’ll mean to me In the years to come Just a distant memory? Or are we still forever young? A mess of infidelity? Of pain and hurt and tears? Or happy ever after Loving through the years? If we knew the outcome Would we stay or would we run? Foresight would only spoil it Not knowing’s half the fun So I’ll keep these words of thought Somewhere nice and safe And maybe in those years to come They will find it’s place