Save for me

Save 
The last smile
For in a world of treason, where promises are none to keep
Tired of life's long walk,
I just wish to see your lips curl, the final time i go to sleep.
Save 
The last dream
One that'll erase the scars of bygone time
Where, just like  old times, our poem shall once again rhyme
Where, we shall dance , like youth in our prime.
Save 
The last fall
For i wish to sit by you,
My trembling hands,firmly holding your wrinkled ones 
The 'old we' shall dance on our own favorite symphony
Promise me