Would I that my words remain,
when in her eyes I might explain.
For the fortune of seeing now
when I hadn’t thought of how.
I wanted to remember it all
every moment, every sigh, all.
I couldn’t stand to hear her cry
If she wouldn’t let me in, just why.
The days have passed, yet so fast
would I in her arms sweep to last
a fortune of life, of love, of time,
when we might again be sublime.
In each other’s arms
in each other’s arms.