Still almost children, in a secret garden.
We bloomed together in a strange new way
And swore to Love our hearts would never harden.
I never found back to that glade again,
To rest upon your breasts and breathe your kiss.
But not a single day has dawned since then
In which I didn’t think of you with bliss.
I know not how you were returned to me,
But if we stay together through the night
And cast again the spell of sweat and glee,
We won’t be torn apart by dawn’s cold light.
I woke alone this morning and wept tears
As I have wept each morning all these years.