We never believed it possible
To love like never before
To feel we’d gone beyond any known reality.
My voice you said ‘Is so lovely
Like a cushion for me to lay my head on.’
Those languid afternoons
After a day of travel, discovery,
Where you clicked everything in sight
And lay on our bed showing me
The product of your vision.
Enamoured and smitten
We lay together,
Watching each other’s face
In the quietest of moments
Where only we matter.
You didn’t need to stretch
To find my lips, always ready,
To receive with enthusiasm
But always giving with unreserved love.
In our age we hold those trinkets
The ones procured along our life path
When you found your confidence to sing again
When on a warm Paris night
We professed our love to each other
What being everything to each other meant.