So long has been this fight for a freedom,

a long desire for an affection,

that romantic sense of belonging.

When in a winsome morning light,

reminding the spirit of an energy,

we need somehow to find release.

Each moment in our memory,

a touch of soul finding normal

allows our passions an exploration.

This is truly that lover’s mystique.

We did hold each other’s passion.

Sweet is our heart, peace our solace.