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.