All these years i have found
My pleasures in a thousand things
But now you open them anew for me
I see them through your eyes
As well as my own
I hear them with a new intensity.

I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry.
I need your love as a touchstone of my existance.
It is the sun
which brings life into me...

The story of love
Is not important
what is important
Is knowing one is capable of love.
It is perhaps
The only glimpse we are permitted of eternity...