Wond`ring aloud --
how we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset --
my hands in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
Wond`ring aloud --
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I`m tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it`s only the giving
that makes you what you are.
