If I drink your love potion today,

let you waltz me through the room,

get drunk on your wine,

and lend you my soul;

if I smile when you speak,

hold your hand when you weep,

sigh when you’re far,

smile when you’re near;

and if then I walk away,

without a word of love or warning,

will you keep me in your mind,

forever young?

or will I disappear completely,

as night falls?