I have eight minutes.
You, my friend, you
Are my sole desire,
My only strong feeling
That I feel now
Since your eyes glowed.

I have seven minutes.
You, my friend, you
Are the one I love.
You are my favorite thing
To look forward to
During these endless,
Finite days.

I have six minutes.
You, my friend, you
Are you right?
Could you be my correct choice?
I never know.

I have five minutes.
You, my friend, you.
I often wonder if
You see me when I smile at you.
Do you notice when
I slow to match your pace?

I have four minutes.
You, my friend, you
Are the one.
I cherish every moment
Together with you.

I have three minutes.
You, my friend, you.
Have you loved me before
As I have you?
I often wonder.

I have two minutes.
You, my friend, you
Can't be the one for me.
But why?
No.
My love, you are so wonderful,
So charming,
So handsome in your ways.
So perfect, but yet
I am wanting to leave.
I do not want to leave.

I have one minute.
You, my friend, you.
You are mine.
But....
Why you?