Trembling, uneasy and over whelmed by love,
I can’t be mean – not in the gift of life,
not in the cheerful rays of sun.
Kiss by kiss, our love has transformed
from the original meaning, only our bodies
remember those impossible years.
We clutched at circumstances, hoping to fulfil
aspirations from our youth, now completely
But, we can still dream, we can still think,
we can still triumph over our disasters
and have no other thoughts than love for each other.