When you will read this poem composed in tears
after one hundred years,
remember, on this day of three twelves
we swore by God dedicating us to ourselves
we would love like no others loved before;
we would die loving each other this way.
12.12.2012 on this very day
we loved like a flower and a bee; and on your
12.12.2112, you all will love too sure.
On that day for one moment remember our love;
like you, we had sung a song here me and my dove.