I would wrap myself in your embrace
and fall with you to worlds unknown;
and wake by daylight to that face
in which the light of love hath shone,
and restless fingers softly trace
over your flesh and blood and bone,
unhesitating, just in case
you need to know you’re not alone.
Know I would lie here in this space
until the universe has flown
apart, the stars begun to chase
their end; and yet I remain prone,
silent in my belonging-place
(here by your side), searching my own
heart for that which needs be effaced,
and hoping that I might atone
for every sin that hath defaced
a love that was not clearly shown.
WIth sorrow-sounds my words are laced
in solemn, melancholy tone.
But love, I know, is not a race:
in it, the seeds of trust are sown.
We build ourselves a solid base,
somewhere that we can call our home
and that can never be replaced.
And though it may be rapid-grown,
we’ll take it at our own sweet pace;
we’ll reach a love that’s little known.